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It is this adoration that adds fuel to his hatred of Floyd Grandon. Men comfort each other more easily on their Ararat, than women in their vales of Tempe. Wilmarth learns nothing from Eugene the next day, from the simple fact that the young man neither knows nor cares what took Floyd off so suddenly.
I cannot imagine Jasper Wilmarth being tender to a woman. I have never been able to like or admire him, or, for that matter, trust him, and our views seldom accord. I suppose the secret of it was that Marcia was afraid of opposition." "But what are you going to do, recognize them at once?" "If at all, why not at once? Why make a little stir and gossip?
A little later he lights a cigar and muses over the young girl whose fate has thus strangely been placed in his hands. He is not anxious to marry her to Eugene; but, oh, the horrible sacrifice of such a man as Wilmarth! No, it shall not be. Love is forever and divinely new.
"And am I to stand idly by and let you drive the thing to ruin? discharge workmen, break contracts, shut up the place, and have no voice in the matter?" "You had a voice then!" "But you very wisely withheld the outcome of your plans. I should not have consented to my own ruin." "Mr. Wilmarth, if you can decide upon any reasonable price for your share, I will purchase it.
No doubt your brother has engaged Eugene to entertain his wife in his absence. For business men they are both " The servant comes in and the sentence is unfinished. But Jasper Wilmarth is thinking that no doubt the handsome young man is very pleasing to Mrs.
What are Mr. Wilmarth's views on the subject?" "St. Vincent has to change something or other. He is very sanguine, and wants Wilmarth to wait a little. I don't believe he has perfect faith in it." "I want you to read father's letter," Floyd says gravely. "Not to-night, old fellow. To tell the truth, my head aches and I feel stupid. We'll look into things to-morrow.
Is there any special indebtedness?" "Wilmarth is looking after that. Trade has somehow fallen off, but it is out of season. What are you to do?" he asks, cautiously. "First, begin to pay the legacies, fifteen thousand to the girls." "Well, you can't. There are two notes falling due, and the whole thing will have to be squeezed, if it can be raised.
He has mistaken his man, a thing he seldom does; but Floyd's antecedents, his refinement, and scholarly predilections have misled him into believing he could be as easily managed as Eugene. Wilmarth has given his adversary one advantage which he bitterly regrets.
Grandon goes on to the factory. Wilmarth is away, and he rambles through the place, questioning the workmen. There are some complaints. The wool is not as good as it was formerly, and the new machinery bothers. The foreman does not seem to understand it, and is quite sure it is a failure. Mr. Wilmarth has no confidence in it, he says. Then Grandon makes a thorough inspection of some old books.
It is a rather bold step, and his acquiescence sends a tremor through every pulse. What if he should prove a lover? Love that is ignorant, and hatred have almost the same ends. What if Jasper Wilmarth should prove that ardently desired person, a lover? Marcia Grandon wonders what she would do, what she had better do? The years are beginning to fly apace.
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