"She has promised that she will be my wife," he said.
"And is not that what you have so long wished?"
"Yes, indeed."
"Then why are you not elated?"
"I have no doubt she will tell you all. But do not suppose, Mrs. Fenwick, that I am not thankful. She has behaved very well,—and she has accepted me. She has explained to me in what way her acceptance has been given, and I have submitted to it."
"Now, Harry, you are going to make yourself wretched about some romantic trifle."
"I am not going to make myself miserable at all. I am much less miserable than I could have believed to be possible six months ago. She has told me that she will be my wife, and I do not for a moment think that she will go back from her word."
"Then what is it?"
"I have not won her as other men do. Never mind;—I do not mean to complain. Mrs. Fenwick, I shall trust you to let me know when she will be glad to see me here."
"Of course you will come when you like and how you like. You must be quite at home here."