As he spoke the words in a grave voice, she put her hand in his, removed it, and went away by the riverside.
“Now, could Mortimer believe this?” murmured Eugene, still remaining, after a while, where she had left him. “Can I even believe it myself?”
He referred to the circumstance that there were tears upon his hand, as he stood covering his eyes. “A most ridiculous position this, to be found out in!” was his next thought. And his next struck its root in a little rising resentment against the cause of the tears.
“Yet I have gained a wonderful power over her, too, let her be as much in earnest as she will!”
The reflection brought back the yielding of her face and form as she had drooped under his gaze. Contemplating the reproduction, he seemed to see, for the second time, in the appeal and in the confession of weakness, a little fear.
“And she loves me. And so earnest a character must be very earnest in that passion. She cannot choose for herself to be strong in this fancy, wavering in that, and weak in the other. She must go through with her nature, as I must go through with mine. If mine exacts its pains and penalties all round, so must hers, I suppose.”
Pursuing the inquiry into his own nature, he thought, “Now, if I married her. If, outfacing the absurdity of the situation in correspondence with M.R.F. , I astonished M.R.F. to the utmost extent of his respected powers, by informing him that I had married her, how would M.R.F. reason with the legal mind? ‘You wouldn’t marry for some money and some station, because you were frightfully likely to become bored. Are you less frightfully likely to become bored, marrying for no money and no station? Are you sure of yourself?’ Legal mind, in spite of