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'But I shouldn't think there's any personal connection, said Marian. 'Very likely not. But Milvain has been invited to contribute, you see. 'Do you think he ought to have refused? 'Oh no. It's nothing to me; nothing whatever. Mrs Yule glanced at her daughter, but Marian seemed unconcerned. The subject was dismissed.
And as the throbbing of her pulses subsided, she saw more clearly into the motives of this wretched tumult which possessed her. Her mind was harassed with a fear lest in defending Milvain she had spoken foolishly. Had he not himself said to her that he might be guilty of base things, just to make his way?
What a place to live in, this London, in winter! It would be a little better down at Finden. 'A good deal better, I should think. If the weather were bad, it would be bad in a natural way; but this is artificial misery. 'I don't let it affect me much, said Milvain. 'Just of late I have been in remarkably good spirits. I'm doing a lot of work. No end of work more than I've ever done.
They shook hands in silence. 'I am so grieved Marian began with broken voice. 'Thank you. I know the girls have told you all about it. We knew for the last month that it must come before long, though there was a deceptive improvement just before the end. 'Please to sit down, Mr Milvain. Father went out not long ago, and I don't think he will be back very soon.
But they have such a miserable little bit of capital, and everything is still so uncertain. One daren't speculate under the circumstances. Marian made no reply. 'You think I talk of nothing but money? Jasper said suddenly, looking down into her face. 'I know too well what it means to be without money. 'Yes, but you do just a little despise me? 'Indeed, I don't, Mr Milvain.
'And I owe my fortune to you, dear girl. Now the way is smooth! They placed themselves on a settee, Jasper with an arm about his wife's waist, as if they were newly plighted lovers. When they had talked for a long time, Milvain said in a changed tone: 'I am told that your uncle is dead. He mentioned how the news had reached him. 'I must make inquiries to-morrow.
'And why, pray? His voice trembled with choler. 'Why need there be a mistake? 'Because Mr Milvain is quite incapable of reviewing your book in such a spirit. 'There is your mistake, my girl. Milvain will do anything that's asked of him, provided he's well enough paid. Marian reflected. When she raised her eyes again they were perfectly calm. 'What has led you to think that?
'Of course not, was the reply, in a tone of self-persuasion. 'Mr Milvain is sure to have plenty of money before long. 'Yes. 'You feel much better now, don't you? 'Much. I am quite well again. At seven, Marian went out. Finding herself weaker than she had thought, she stopped an empty cab that presently passed her, and so drove to the Milvains' lodgings.
But he really believed that the future was clear before him; he imagined he'd go on getting more and more for his books. An extraordinary thing that that girl had such faith in him! They parted soon after this, and Milvain went homeward, musing upon what he had heard.
'Oh, there you are! said Reardon, presenting himself with the dazzled eyes of one who has been in darkness; he spoke in a voice of genial welcome, though it still had the note of depression. 'When did you get back? Milvain began to recount what he had told in the first part of his conversation with Amy.
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