“Can't you be hopeful? Can't you try?”
“I do try.”
“It is coming nearer all the while. I am making money—I shall make more. Don't you believe in my ability?”
“It's not that. I am confident of the future, but the present is so horrible, with all manner of doubt. Do you,” looking up and letting her glance meet his for a moment, “do you honestly think it will ever be as we hope?”
“Yes. It can not be otherwise. It only means patience—only a little waiting.”
“Tell me what papa said.”
“He asked me to stop coming here until such time as I am in a position to be accepted formally as your intended husband.”
“And when will that be?” shaking her head.
“It can't be so very far off and it comes closer with every day. If I could only give you some of my hope—if I only could!”
“You do—but—”