“Oh no, they will keep two years.”
“Two years! be reasonable, Fred,” said Mary, turning to walk. “Don’t encourage flattering expectations.”
“Why not? One lives on them better than on unflattering ones. If we can’t be married in two years, the truth will be quite bad enough when it comes.”
“I have heard a story of a young gentleman who once encouraged flattering expectations, and they did him harm.”
“Mary, if you’ve got something discouraging to tell me, I shall bolt; I shall go into the house to Mr. Garth. I am out of spirits. My father is so cut up—home is not like itself. I can’t bear any more bad news.”
“Should you call it bad news to be told that you were to live at Stone Court, and manage the farm, and be remarkably prudent, and save money every year till all