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Late in the evening of that day, when the brother and sister had strolled by moonlight up to the windmill which occupies the highest point of Sark, and as they stood looking upon the pale expanse of sea, dotted with the gleam of light-houses near and far, Dora broke the silence to say quietly: 'I may as well tell you that Mr Whelpdale wants to know if I will marry him.
This note he also put into the envelope, which he made ready for posting. Then he sat for a long time in profound thought. Shortly after eleven his door opened, and Maud came in. She had been dining at Mrs Lane's. Her attire was still simple, but of quality which would have signified recklessness, but for the outlook whereof Jasper spoke to Whelpdale. The girl looked very beautiful.
'I've just called at your place. 'All right; come back if you like. 'But perhaps I shall waste your time? said Whelpdale, with unusual diffidence. Reassured, he gladly returned to the house. Milvain acquainted him with the fact of John Yule's death, and with its result so far as it concerned the Reardons.
Whenever he heard of a poor man's persuading a woman to share his poverty he was eager of details; perchance he himself might yet have that heavenly good fortune. 'Well, began Whelpdale, crossing his legs and watching a wreath he had just puffed from the cigar, 'you know all about my literary advisership. The business goes on reasonably well.
Lane is too big a blackguard; it reflects upon his wife to a certain extent. They gossiped for half an hour, then a tap at the door interrupted them; it was the landlady. 'Mr Whelpdale has called to see you, sir. I mentioned as Miss Milvain was here, so he said he wouldn't come up unless you sent to ask him. Jasper smiled at Dora, and said in a low voice. 'What do you say? Shall he come up?
'Well, I regret it, but you are of course your own mistress. I shall make no unpleasantness. I don't dislike Whelpdale, and I shall remain on friendly terms with him. 'That is very kind of you, said his sister suavely. Whelpdale was frantic with exultation. When the day of the wedding had been settled, he rushed into Jasper's study and fairly shed tears before he could command his voice.
I'm sorry for Reardon. 'I'm sorry for his wife. 'Trust you for thinking of women first, Whelpdale. 'It's in an honourable way, my dear fellow. I'm a slave to women, true, but all in an honourable way. After that last adventure of mine most men would be savage and cynical, wouldn't they, now? I'm nothing of the kind. I think no worse of women not a bit. I reverence them as much as ever.
'On the same principle, cried Jasper, 'if The Tatler were changed to Tittle-Tattle, its circulation would be trebled. Whelpdale smote his knee in delight. 'An admirable idea! Many a true word uttered in joke, and this is an instance! Tittle-Tattle a magnificent title; the very thing to catch the multitude.
The praise was not exaggerated, yet all the best points of Reardon's work were admirably brought out. One who knew Jasper might reasonably have doubted, before reading this, whether he was capable of so worthily appreciating the nobler man. 'I never understood Reardon so well before, declared Whelpdale, at the close. 'This is a good thing well done. It's something to be proud of, Miss Dora.
You have discouraged poor Whelpdale in one of the most notable projects of modern times. 'I shall think no more of it, said Whelpdale, gravely. 'You are right, Miss Dora. Again Jasper burst into merriment. His sister reddened, and looked uncomfortable. She began to speak timidly: 'You said this was for reading in trains and 'buses? Whelpdale caught at hope. 'Yes.
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