'He says what he's sorry
for as soon as the words are spoken. He loves you too much, my
darling, to drive you away like that. It's his disappointment,
Marian; that's all it is. He counted on it so much. I've heard
him talk of it in his sleep; he made so sure that he was going to
have that new magazine, and the disappointment makes him that he
doesn't know what he's saying. Only wait and see; he'll tell you
he didn't mean it, I know he will. Only leave him alone till he's
had time to get over it. Do forgive him this once.'
'It's like a madman to talk in that way,' said the girl,
releasing herself. 'Whatever his disappointment, I can't endure
it. I have worked hard for him, very hard, ever since I was old
enough, and he owes me some kindness, some respect. It would be
different if he had the least reason for his hatred of Jasper. It
is nothing but insensate prejudice, the result of his quarrels
with other people. What right has he to insult me by representing
my future husband as a scheming hypocrite?'
'My love, he has had so much to bear--it's made him so quick-
tempered.
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