"I won't ask you not to go to
Cheltenham, or anything of that. You shall have your own time. By
George you shall have everything your own way." Still she did not
answer him but stood looking down upon the table. "Come; say a word
to a fellow."
Then at last she spoke--"Give me six months to think of it."
"Six months! If you'd say six weeks."
"It is such a serious thing to do."
"It is serious, of course. I'm serious, I know. I shouldn't hunt
above half as often as I do now; and as for the club,--I don't
suppose I should go near the place once a month. Say six weeks, and
then, if you'll let me have one kiss, I'll not trouble you till
you're back from Cheltenham."
Mary at once perceived that he had taken her doubt almost as a
complete surrender, and had again to become obdurate. At last she
promised to give him a final answer in two months, but declared as
she said so that she was afraid she could not bring herself to do
as he desired. She declined altogether to comply with that other
request which he made, and then left him in the room declaring that
at present she could say nothing further. As she did so she felt
sure that she would not be able to accept him in two months' time
whatever she might bring herself to do when the vast abyss of six
months should have passed by.
Larry made his way down into the parlour with hopes considerably
raised.
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