"
Martin burst out:
"Well, then, that settles it. It simply settles it. That finishes
it."
"Finishes what ?" asked Thurston, smiling in a friendly way.
"Never you mind. It's nothing to do with you. Has my father
consented?"
"Yes . . . said all 'e wanted was for Amy to be 'appy. And so she
will be. I'll look after her. You'll come round to it in time."
"Father agrees . . . My God! But it's impossible! Don't you see?
Don't you see? I . . ."
The sudden sense of his impotence called back his words. He felt
nothing but rage and indignation against the whole set of them,
against the house they were in, the very table with the papers
blowing upon it and the candle shining . . . Well, it made his own
affair more simple--that was certain. He must be off--right away
from them all. Stay in the house with that fellow for a brother-in-
law? Stay when . . .
"It's all right," said Thurston, moistening his pale dry lips with
his tongue. "You'll see it in time. It's the best thing that could
'appen. And we've got more in common than you'd ever suppose. We
'ave, really. You're a religious man, really--can't escape your
destiny, you know.
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