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"But it may so probably be the case that you and I shall differ materially as to thinking what may be best for her. As far as I understand the matter, you wish that she should be your wife. I wish that she should be mine. I think that as my wife she would live a happier life than she could do as yours; and as she thinks also " Here Mr Whittlestaff paused. "But does she think so?"
"I could have taken you into a private room, Mr Whittlestaff, had you wished it." "With everybody coming in and out, just as they pleased. I don't believe in private rooms in London clubs. What I've got to say can be said better sub dio. I suppose you know what it is that I've got to talk about." "Hardly," said John Gordon. "But that is not exactly true.
"No doubt. I am a poor miserable man who does not know the world. I have never been to the diamond-fields. Of course I understand nothing of the charms of speculation. A quiet life with my book is all that I care for; with just one other thing, one other thing. You begrudge me that." "Mr Whittlestaff, it does not signify a straw what I begrudge you."
Otherwise I think the bishop is responsible for letting in such an ass as this." Mary said to herself, as she heard this, that it was the most ill-natured remark which she had ever known to fall from the mouth of Mr Whittlestaff. "I think I am going away for a few days," Mr Whittlestaff said to Mary, when the visitors were gone. "Where are you going?" "Well, I suppose I shall be in London.
Mr Whittlestaff had thrown over her the deadly mantle of his ownership, and she had consequently felt herself to be debarred from all right over her own words and actions. She had become his slave; she felt herself in very truth to be a poor creature whose only duty it was in the world to obey his volition.
"I daresay. You may or you mayn't; I at any rate know nothing about it." "Why otherwise should I have come home and left my business in South Africa? I think you may take it for granted that I love her." "I don't care twopence whether you do or don't," said Mr Whittlestaff. "It's nothing to me whom you love.
But Mr Whittlestaff had eyes with which to see and ears with which to hear, and was not to be taken in by the outward appearance of the young lady. He had perceived that under that quiet guise and timid startled look there existed a power of fighting a battle for herself or for a friend, if an occasion should arise which should appear to herself to be sufficient.
He expected an answer to the question also from Mary, but Mary was still unable to answer him. "You at any rate will tell me, sir, the name of the gentleman." "I am the gentleman," said Mr Whittlestaff, holding himself somewhat more erect as he spoke. The position, it must be acknowledged, was difficult.
She now had some little word to say, meant to be conciliatory and comforting, and remarked that "surely Miss Mary meant to get a colour in her cheeks at last." "Don't be foolish, Mrs Baggett," said Mary. But Mrs Baggett's back was turned, and she did not care to reply. "It is true, Mary," said Mr Whittlestaff, putting his hand on her shoulder, as he turned round to look in her face.
"I am a fool, Mr Whittlestaff; you can't tell me that too often." "You won't go in rags. You ought to know us well enough " "Who is us, Mr Whittlestaff? They ain't no us; just yet." "Well; me." "Yes, I know you, Mr Whittlestaff." "Send him your wages. You may be quite sure that you'll find yourself provided with shoes and stockings, and the rest of it."
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