A conversation such as you wish cannot be
hurried. I am not yet sure what decision I shall come to."
"Decision! Why, Jane, there is only one decision possible."
"You are taking advantage of me, John. I will not talk more with you
this morning."
"Then good morning."
He spoke curtly and went away with the words. Love and anger strove in
his heart, but before he reached his horse, he ran rapidly back. He
found Jane still standing in the empty breakfast-room; her hands were
listlessly dropped and she was lost in an unhappy reverie.
"Jane," he cried, "forgive me. You gave me a breakfast in Paradise this
morning. I shall never forget it. Good-bye, love." He would have kissed
her, but she turned her head aside and did not answer him a word. Yet
she was longing for his kiss and his words were music in her heart. But
that is the way with women; they wound themselves six times out of the
half-dozen wrongs of which they complain.
The next moment she was sorry, Oh, so sorry, that she had sent the man
she loved to an exhausting day of thought and work with an aching pain
in his heart and his mental powers dulled.
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