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I do wish you wouldn't for things are so much nicer as they are.' 'I have a presentiment that you are going to propose, Ned. So far my thoughts had carried me, and I was about to break the long and uneasy silence, when two critical, dark eyes looked round at me, and the proud head was shaken in smiling reproof. She could but refuse me, and better be a repulsed lover than an accepted brother. However, come what might, I should have done with suspense and bring matters to a head to-night.

But I was sadly conscious that up to now I had never found the secret of drawing it forth.

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That delicately bronzed skin, almost oriental in its coloring, that raven hair, the large liquid eyes, the full but exquisite lips,-all the stigmata of passion were there. Some judged her to be cold and hard but such a thought was treason. Gladys was full of every womanly quality. Even in my short life I had learned as much as that-or had inherited it in that race memory which we call instinct. The bent head, the averted eye, the faltering voice, the wincing figure-these, and not the unshrinking gaze and frank reply, are the true signals of passion. Where the real sex feeling begins, timidity and distrust are its companions, heritage from old wicked days when love and violence went often hand in hand. My instincts are all against a woman being too frank and at her ease with me. How beautiful she was! And yet how aloof! We had been friends, quite good friends but never could I get beyond the same comradeship which I might have established with one of my fellow-reporters upon the Gazette,-perfectly frank, perfectly kindly, and perfectly unsexual. She sat with that proud, delicate profile of hers outlined against the red curtain. I gave the self-evident answer that I should be a ruined man, upon which he jumped from his chair, reproved me for my habitual levity, which made it impossible for him to discuss any reasonable subject in my presence, and bounced off out of the room to dress for a Masonic meeting.Īt last I was alone with Gladys, and the moment of Fate had come! All that evening I had felt like the soldier who awaits the signal which will send him on a forlorn hope hope of victory and fear of repulse alternating in his mind. 'Suppose,' he cried with feeble violence, 'that all the debts in the world were called up simultaneously, and immediate payment insisted upon,-what under our present conditions would happen then?' I am convinced that he really believed in his heart that I came round to the Chestnuts three days a week for the pleasure of his company, and very especially to hear his views upon bimetallism, a subject upon which he was by way of being an authority.įor an hour or more that evening I listened to his monotonous chirrup about bad money driving out good, the token value of silver, the depreciation of the rupee, and the true standards of exchange. If anything could have driven me from Gladys, it would have been the thought of such a father-in-law.

Hungerton, her father, really was the most tactless person upon earth,-a fluffy, feathery, untidy cockatoo of a man, perfectly good-natured, but absolutely centered upon his own silly self.