Would you like to go to London and see your uncle and
aunt? A change might do you good."
"Do you think I would leave you alone in your sorrow? No, no, John! The
only place for me is here at your side. I should be miserable anywhere
else."
John was much moved at this proof of her affection, but he did not say
so. He clasped her hand a little tighter, drew her closer to his side,
and kissed her, but the subject dropped between them into a silence
filled with emotion. John could not think of anything but the trial of
the coming day. Jane was pondering two circumstances that seemed to have
changed her point of view. Do as she would, she could not regard things
as she had done. Of a stubborn race and family, she had hitherto
regarded her word as inviolable, her resolves, if once declared, as
beyond recall. She quite understood Lord and Lady Harlow's long
resentment against their son, and she knew instinctively that her
uncle's extreme self-denial for the purpose of improving the Harlow
estate was to say to his heir, "See how I have loved you, in spite of my
silence.
Pages:
299
300
301
302
303
304
305
306
307
308
309
310
311
312
313
314
315
316
317
318
319
320
321
322
323