And the Other Girl? Had she expectations at all?
He hoped not, for her own peace of mind. She had this aunt by marriage. Perhaps she might be able to call a couple of hundred pounds per annum her own some day. But it would n't be much more.
And how long had she been engaged to him?
Oh, he could n't exactly say. Six or seven years. It had been an early and a lingering engagement.
Taking his statements into admission, one thing seemed very clear. He was under a strong moral obligation to the Other Girl.
He had never denied it.
Perhaps not, but his actions—judged superficially, of course—had shown a large tendency to overlook this obligation. However, let the past bury the past. He saw now the right way, and where he had strayed from it. Henceforth, since his sole desire was to purge his spirit of its temporary faithlessness, and gain grace to win back his claim to the Other Girl's confidence, henceforth his path lay clear.
Where?
Where? Surely he had no necessity to ask that?
On the contrary, he did ask that.