The memory
of his friend Reardon was strongly present with him, but of Amy
he thought only as of that star which had just come into his
vision above the edge of dark foliage--beautiful, but infinitely
remote.
Recalling Reardon's voice, it brought to him those last words
whispered by his dying companion. He remembered them now:
We are such stuff
As dreams are made on, and our little life
Is rounded with a sleep.
CHAPTER XXXVI. JASPER'S DELICATE CASE
Only when he received Miss Rupert's amiably-worded refusal to
become his wife was Jasper aware how firmly he had counted on her
accepting him. He told Dora with sincerity that his proposal was
a piece of foolishness; so far from having any regard for Miss
Rupert, he felt towards her with something of antipathy, and at
the same time he was conscious of ardent emotions, if not love,
for another woman who would be no bad match even from the
commercial point of view. Yet so strong was the effect upon him
of contemplating a large fortune, that, in despite of reason and
desire, he lived in eager expectation of the word which should
make him rich.
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