Of course if you didn't love me it would be another matter,
and you tried to tell me you didn't love me yesterday just for my
good, but you did it so badly that you had to admit yourself that it
was a failure. Don't talk about your brother; he's a fine fellow, and
I'm going to look him up when I'm in London next month. Don't talk
about not seeing me, because you can't help seeing me if I'm right in
front of you. I'm no silph. (The way he spelt it.) I'm quite ready to
wait for a certain time anyway. But marry we will, and happy we'll be
for ever and ever!--Your adoring
JOHNNY.
And what was she to do about it? She was certainly very unmodern and
inexperienced by the standards of to-day--on the other hand, she was a
very long way indeed from the Lily Dales and Eleanor Hardings of Mr.
Trollope. She had not told her father--that she was resolved to do so soon
as he seemed a little less worried by his affairs; but say that she did
not love Johnny she had found that she could not, and as to damaging him
by marrying him, his love for her had strengthened her own pride in
herself.
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