“And she—?”
“She was sweet about it. She will love you, I know.”
Marley felt a sudden love for Lavinia’s mother. And then his fear returned at Lavinia’s sinister,
“But—”
“But what?”
“She says we must wait.”
“Oh!” Marley said with a relief. He felt their present happiness so great that he could afford to waive any claim on the future. And yet he was troubled; he felt that somehow a depression lay on Lavinia. He wondered what its cause could be. Presently it came to him suddenly.
“And your father?” he asked.
“He doesn’t know—yet.”
“Will he—?”