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Even chat is too solid for them: they want chit-chat. Jasper had begun to listen seriously. 'There's something in this, Whelpdale, he remarked. 'Ha! I have caught you? cried the other delightedly. 'Of course there's something in it? 'But began Dora, and checked herself. 'You were going to say Whelpdale bent towards her with deference.
'I'm doing what I can for him, too. Run your eye over these slips. Whelpdale exhausted himself in terms of satisfaction. 'You deserve to get on, my dear fellow. In a few years you will be the Aristarchus of our literary world. When the visitor rose to depart, Jasper said he would walk a short distance with him.
'Oh, of course money is nothing! We write for honour and glory. Don't forget to insist on that when you reprove Mr Whelpdale; no doubt it will impress him.
What a pity you can't apply your own advice, Whelpdale! 'Now that's horribly unkind of you! protested the other. 'You might have spared me this evening. But unfortunately it's quite true, Miss Milvain. I point the way, but I haven't been able to travel it myself. You mustn't think I have never succeeded in getting things published; but I can't keep it up as a profession.
This is what makes me impatient with sentimental talk about marriage. An educated man mustn't play so into the hands of ironic destiny. Let him think he wants to marry a woman; but don't let him exaggerate his feelings or idealise their nature. 'There's a good deal in all that, admitted Whelpdale, though discontentedly. 'There's more than a good deal; there's the last word on the subject.
Ha! you have it there, Miss Dora. But I'm afraid it is hardly for you. 'And why not, Mr Whelpdale? 'You should only read of beautiful things, of happy lives. This book must depress you. 'But why will you imagine me such a feeble-minded person? asked Dora. 'You have so often spoken like this. I have really no ambition to be a doll of such superfine wax.
It was in the hours following his encounter with Whelpdale that he first knew the actual desire of death, the simple longing for extinction. One must go far in suffering before the innate will-to-live is thus truly overcome; weariness of bodily anguish may induce this perversion of the instincts; less often, that despair of suppressed emotion which had fallen upon Harold.
It delights me to be generous, whenever I can afford it. Dusk was gathering about them. As they sat talking, there came a tap at the door, and the summons to enter was obeyed by Mr Whelpdale. 'I was passing, he said in his respectful voice, 'and couldn't resist the temptation. Jasper struck a match and lit the lamp.
'You are coming from Mrs Yule's? said Reardon, with a strange smile. By the gaslight his face showed pale and sunken, and he met Jasper's look with fixedness. 'Yes, I am. The fact is, I went there to hear of your address. Why haven't you let me know about all this? 'You went to the flat? 'No, I was told about you by Whelpdale.
There was a flush of health and happiness on her cheek, and when she spoke it was in a voice that rang quite differently from her tones of a year ago; the pride which was natural to her had now a firm support; she moved and uttered herself in queenly fashion. 'Has anyone been? she asked. 'Whelpdale. 'Oh! I wanted to ask you, Jasper: do you think it wise to let him come quite so often?
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