'Let all that be unsaid, forgotten. We are in quite a different
position now. Be open with me, Marian; surely you can trust my
common sense and good feeling. Put aside all thought of things I
have said, and don't be restrained by any fear lest you should
seem to me unwomanly--you can't be that. What is your own wish?
What do you really wish to do, now that there is no uncertainty
calling for postponements?'
Marian raised her eyes, and was about to speak as she regarded
him; but with the first accent her look fell.
'I wish to be your wife.'
He waited, thinking and struggling with himself.
'Yet you feel that it would be heartless to take and use this
money for our own purposes?'
'What is to become of my parents, Jasper?'
'But then you admit that the fifteen hundred pounds won't support
them. You talk of earning fifty pounds a year for them.'
'Need I cease to write, dear, if we were married? Wouldn't you
let me help them?'
'But, my dear girl, you are taking for granted that we shall have
enough for ourselves.'
'I didn't mean at once,' she explained hurriedly.
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