"
"Then does she love you?"
Julian reddened at the direct application.
"Suppose she seems to."
"Seems to, eh?--On the whole, I should say that I couldn't declare
it possible or the contrary till I had seen the girl. I myself
should be very capable of falling desperately in love with a girl
who hadn't an idea in her head, and didn't know her letters. All I
should ask would be passion in return, and--well, yes, a pliant
and docile character."
"You are right; the character would go for much. Never mind, we
won't speak any more of the subject. It was an absurd question to
ask you."
"Nevertheless, you have made me very curious."
"I will tell you more some other time; not now. Tell me about your
own plans. What decision have you come to?"
Waymark professed to have formed no plan whatever. This was not
strictly true. For some months now, ever and again, as often indeed
as he had felt the burden of his schoolwork more than usually
intolerable, his thoughts had turned to the one person who could be
of any assistance to him, and upon whom he had any kind of claim;
that was Abraham Woodstock, his father's old friend. He had held no
communication with Mr. Woodstock for four years; did not even know
whether he was living.
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