He was giving up everything for her. Through
whole evenings he would sit by her, as she lay in pain, holding her
hands, and talking in a way which he thought would amuse or interest
her.
"You're sorry you married me," she would often say at such times.
"It's no good saying no; I'm sure you are."
That always made Julian think of her father, and of his own promise
always to be a friend to the poor, weak, ailing creature; and he
strengthened himself in his resolution to bear everything.
Waymark decided that he would venture on the step of going to see
Harriet during the daytime, whilst Julian was away, in order to
speak of Ida. This he did on the Monday, and was lucky enough to
find her at home. She was evidently surprised at his visit, and
perhaps still more so at the kind and friendly way in which he began
to speak to her. In a few minutes he had worked round to his
subject. He had, he said, a friend, a young lady who was very
lonely, and for whom he wanted to find an agreeable companion. It
had occurred to him that perhaps he might ask to be allowed to
introduce her. Waymark had concluded that this would probably be the
best way of putting it; Harriet would perhaps be flattered by being
asked to confer the favour of her acquaintance.
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