See
here," fiercely, "it's been nearly three years, instead of one, and I've
never changed, not for a minute. I've kept myself as pure and true as a
man could; I've done everything you told me to; and now how do I know
but some fellow, with a voice, has stepped in and spoiled it all! I say,
what am I waiting for? I've a good salary."
"Good enough for four, Robert? If you do marry Sara, it must be to adopt
the twins also."
"Well, I will! We can scrimp along somehow; and Morton will soon look
after himself. I wish you were back at Dartmoor this minute so I
could"--
"A thousand thanks, my boy, it is a truly kind and filial wish," said
his aunt demurely.
"Aunt Felicie, you're enough to make a man wild! Why don't you help me
out of this, instead of tormenting me so?"
"Ah, Robare, my too impatient one, could I then help you? No; if she
loves you, then what is it to matter if there may be a hundred of fine
young men about her now? And if she loves you not, then alas! could I
create that love? Do not so foolish be, my son."
He felt the force of her remarks, but inwardly chafed at the way he
seemed to be tied up here for the present, both by business and his
aunt's presence. He dared not put his happiness to the test of a letter.
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