"Sir," he cried
enthusiastically, "Lucy loves me. She loves me as I love her. I was
just asking her to marry me at once."
"That is an impossible request, Mr. Hatton. Under no circumstances, none
whatever, would I permit Lucy to marry for at the least a year. Many
things must be determined first. For instance, I must have a
conversation with your mother and with Mr. John Hatton, your elder
brother."
"You can see them tomorrow, sir--early in the morning--if you would be
so kind to Lucy and myself, we should be very grateful--what time can
you see them tomorrow?"
"You go too fast, sir. I cannot see either of them tomorrow, nor yet for
many tomorrows."
"Oh, sir, Lucy loves me and I love her, and----"
"Love must learn to wait--to be patient and to be satisfied with hopes.
I am weary, and we will bid you good night."
There was something so definite and positive in this good night that
Harry felt it to be irresistible, and with an air of disappointment made
his departure. At the outer door Lugur said, "I do not lack sympathy
with you, Mr.
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