"Say at once that, having made up your mind, you will go through with it."
"You think that I ought?"
"You think so,—yourself."
"So be it, Frank. I will. But, Frank, I will not give up my property. You do not wish me to do that. It would be weak, now;—would it not? I am sure that it is my own."
"His faith to you should not depend on that."
"No, of course not; that is just what I mean. He can have no right to interfere. When he asked me to be his wife, he said nothing about that. But if he does not come to me, what shall I do?"
"I suppose I had better see him," said Frank slowly.
"Will you? That will be so good of you. I feel that I can leave it all so safely in your hands. I shall go out of town, you know, on the thirtieth. I feel that I shall be better away, and I am sick of all the noise, and glitter, and worldliness of London. You will come on the twelfth?"
"Not quite so soon as that," he said, after a pause.
"But you will come?"