"Who can say? She was not very long in taking up, as you call it, with Captain Marrable. I should be happier if she were here, even if I did not see her."
"Of course you would see her, and of course you would propose again,—and of course she would refuse you."
"Then there is no hope?"
"I do not say that. Wait till the summer comes; and then, if I can influence her, we will have her here. If you find that remaining at the Privets all alone is wearisome to you—"
"Of course it is wearisome."
"Then go up to London—or abroad—or anywhere for a change. Take some occupation in hand and stick to it."
"That is so easily said, Mrs. Fenwick."
"No man ever did anything by moping; and you mope. I know I am speaking plainly, and you may be angry with me, if you please."
"I am not at all angry with you; but I think you hardly understand."
"I do understand," said Mrs. Fenwick, speaking with all the energy she could command; "and I am most anxious to do all that you wish. But it cannot be done in a day. If I were to ask her now, she would not come; and if she came it would not be for your good. Wait till the summer. You may be sure that no harm will be done by a little patience."