Part 37 (2/2)
”She can't help that!” the old man charmingly said.
”Possibly. But isn't it a reason for taking me as I am? What she wants to do is to take me as I may be a year hence.”
”I don't understand--since you tell me that even then she won't take back her word,” said Mr. Carteret.
”If she doesn't marry me I think she'll never marry again at all.”
”What then does she gain by delay?”
”Simply this, as I make it out,” said Nick--”that she'll feel she has been very magnanimous. She won't have to reproach herself with not having given me a chance to change.”
”To change? What does she think you liable to do?”
Nick had a pause. ”I don't know!” he then said--not at all candidly.
”Everything has altered: young people in my day looked at these questions more naturally,” Mr. Carteret observed. ”A woman in love has no need to be magnanimous. If she plays too fair she isn't in love,” he added shrewdly.
”Oh, Julia's safe--she's safe,” Nick smiled.
”If it were a question between you and another gentleman one might comprehend. But what does it mean, between you and nothing?”
”I'm much obliged to you, sir,” Nick returned. ”The trouble is that she doesn't know what she has got hold of.”
”Ah, if you can't make it clear to her!”--and his friend showed the note of impatience.
”I'm such a humbug,” said the young man. And while his companion stared he continued: ”I deceive people without in the least intending it.”
”What on earth do you mean? Are you deceiving me?”
”I don't know--it depends on what you think.”
”I think you're flighty,” said Mr. Carteret, with the nearest approach to sternness Nick had ever observed in him. ”I never thought so before.”
”Forgive me; it's all right. I'm not frivolous; that I promise you I'm not.”
”You _have_ deceived me if you are.”
”It's all right,” Nick stammered with a blush.
”Remember your name--carry it high.”
”I will--as high as possible.”
”You've no excuse. Don't tell me, after your speeches at Hars.h.!.+” Nick was on the point of declaring again that he was a humbug, so vivid was his inner sense of what he thought of his fact.i.tious public utterances, which had the cursed property of creating dreadful responsibilities and importunate credulities for him. If _he_ was ”clever” (ah the idiotic ”clever”!) what fools many other people were! He repressed his impulse and Mr. Carteret pursued. ”If, as you express it, Mrs. Dallow doesn't know what she has got hold of, won't it clear the matter up a little by informing her that the day before your marriage is definitely settled to take place you'll come into something comfortable?”
A quick vision of what Mr. Carteret would be likely to regard as something comfortable flitted before Nick, but it didn't prevent his replying: ”Oh I'm afraid that won't do any good. It would make her like you better, but it wouldn't make her like me. I'm afraid she won't care for any benefit that comes to me from another hand than hers. Her affection's a very jealous sentiment.”
”It's a very peculiar one!” sighed Mr. Carteret. ”Mine's a jealous sentiment too. However, if she takes it that way don't tell her.”
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