"I know what must have happened when he found out his mistake. Then he went to America, where he died, no doubt in despair, although his father had forgiven him."
"The cases are hardly parallel," said Arnold. "Still, will you permit me to introduce Miss Aglen to you, if she should do me the honor of accepting me? Be generous, Clara. Do not condemn the poor girl without seeing her."
"I condemn no one—I judge no one, not even you, Arnold. But I will not receive that young woman."
"Very well, Clara."
"How shall you live, Arnold?" she asked coldly.
It was the finishing stroke—the dismissal.
"I suppose we shall not marry; but, of course, I am talking as if—"
"As if she was ready to jump into your arms. Go on."
"We shall not marry until I have made some kind of a beginning in my work. Clara, let us have no further explanation. I understand perfectly well. But, my dear Clara," he laid his arm upon her neck and kissed her, "I shall not let you quarrel with me. I owe you too much, and I love you too well. I am always your most faithful of servants."
"No; till you are married—then—Oh, Arnold! Arnold!"