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"No, my dear; I don't think I need go with you," said Mr Whittlestaff, when the very day was there. "Why not come and call?" "I don't much care about calling," said Mr Whittlestaff. This was exactly the state of mind to which Mary did not wish to see her friend reduced, that of feeling it to be necessary to avoid his fellow-creatures. "You think Mr Blake is silly.
I have come here to England on purpose to see you. Nothing shall induce me to abandon my intention of doing so, but your refusal. I have received a blow, a great blow, and it is you who must tell me that there is certainly no cure for the wound." "There is certainly none," said Mary. "Perhaps I had better leave you together," said Mr Whittlestaff, as he got up and left the room.
"But Mr Gordon is there." "Exactly. That is just what I want. It will be better that you and he should meet each other, without the necessity of making a scene." From this it may be understood that Mr Whittlestaff had explained to Mary as much as he had thought necessary of what had occurred between him and John Gordon, and that Mary's answers had been satisfactory to his feelings.
He did succeed in finding John Gordon, who was listlessly waiting at the Claimant's Arms for the coming of the four o'clock train which was to take him back to London, on his way, as he told himself, to the diamond-fields. He had thrown all his heart, all the energy of which he was the master, into the manner in which he had pleaded for himself and for Mary with Mr Whittlestaff.
"Drunken brute!" she said, by way of a salute, as she passed him. He only laughed aloud, and looked around upon the bystanders with triumph. At this moment Mr Whittlestaff came down through the gate into the road. "Oh, Mr Gordon! good morning, sir. You find us rather in a disturbed condition this morning. I am sorry I did not think of asking you to come to breakfast.
"Not such a lot by any means," said Miss Forrester. "According to all accounts he's got to begin it. He told me that he hadn't even proposed regular. Doesn't that seem odd to you, Kattie?" "It seemed very odd when you did it." Then the three of them went away, and Mary was left to discuss the prospects of her future life with Mr Whittlestaff.
He's got a fancy into his mind, and why shouldn't he have his fancy?" "I don't know, I'm sure." But Mary did know. She did know what the fancy was, and why Mr Whittlestaff shouldn't have it. "I tell you fairly, Miss, there is nothing I hate so much as vagaries in young women." "I hope there are no vagaries to be hated in me, Mrs Baggett." "Well, I'm not quite so sure.
The wife whom he had won for himself was probably more valuable to him than if he had simply found her disengaged and ready to jump into his arms. She, at any rate, had behaved well. Mr Whittlestaff had no doubt proved himself to be an angel, perfect all round, such a man as you shall not meet perhaps once in your life.
He had thought it well to marry her; and having asked her, and having obtained her consent, he intended to take advantage of her promise. That was her idea of Mr Whittlestaff, as to which she did not at all blame him.
"There would have been no rough with me," said Mr Whittlestaff. "I do not believe in such a life," said John Gordon. "A woman should not wear a stuff gown always; but the silk finery and the stuff gown should follow each other. To my taste, the more there may be of the stuff gown and the less of the finery, the more it will be to my wishes." "I am not speaking of her gowns.
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