I know that I have never loved anybody except
my one friend and protector my dear adopted uncle."
"But you do not say that you cannot love me, Marian. Perhaps I have
spoken too soon, after all. It seems to me that I have known you for a
lifetime; but that is only a lover's fancy. I seem almost a stranger to
you, perhaps?"
"Almost," she answered, looking at him with clear truthful eyes.
"That is rather hard upon me, my dear. But I can wait. You do not know
how patient I can be."
He began to talk of indifferent subjects after this, a little depressed
and disheartened by the course the interview had taken. He felt that he
had been too precipitate. What was there in a fortnight's intimacy to
justify such a step, except to himself, with whom time had been measured
by a different standard since he had known Marian Nowell? He was angry
with his own eagerness, which had brought upon him this semi-defeat.
Happily Miss Nowell had not told him that his case was hopeless, had not
forbidden him to approach the subject again; nor had she exhibited any
involuntary sign of aversion to him. Surprise had appeared the chief
sentiment caused by his revelation. Surprise was natural to such girlish
inexperience; and after surprise had passed away, more tender feelings
might arise, a latent tenderness unsuspected hitherto.
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