'In a short
time--in a year. You are getting on so well. You will soon have a
sufficient income, I am sure.'
Jasper rose.
'Let us walk as far as the next seat. Don't speak. I have
something to think about.'
Moving on beside him, she slipped her hand softly within his arm;
but Jasper did not put the arm into position to support hers, and
her hand fell again, dropped suddenly. They reached another
bench, and again became seated.
'It comes to this, Marian,' he said, with portentous gravity.
'Support you, I could--I have little doubt of that. Maud is
provided for, and Dora can make a living for herself. I could
support you and leave you free to give your parents whatever you
can earn by your own work. But--'
He paused significantly. It was his wish that Marian should
supply the consequence, but she did not speak.
'Very well,' he exclaimed. 'Then when are we to be married?'
The tone of resignation was too marked. Jasper was not good as a
comedian; he lacked subtlety.
'We must wait,' fell from Marian's lips, in the whisper of
despair.
'Wait? But how long?' he inquired, dispassionately.
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