I long to see you married
to some really nice girl."
"Whether I care for her or not!" suggested Jimmy.
"Oh, how can you put such words into my mouth?" said Sybil. "As if I
were capable of dreaming of such a thing. Some dear girl whom you love
and respect----"
"That's the difficulty," he answered. "Here I am waiting and trying
not to be impatient, but she doesn't come along. As soon as I see a
dear girl and love and respect her, I'll marry her like a shot if she's
willing. Probably she won't be because, you see, she would have to
love and respect me."
Having nothing better to do and little dreaming of the fate in
preparation for him, Jimmy set out in due course to Grandison Square,
where, ten minutes earlier, Mrs. Reynolds had arrived: a tall, thin
woman of about fifty years of age, who had been an intimate friend of
the late Mrs. Faversham. She had a pleasant, if too grave face, and a
certain dignity of bearing. On her entrance, she sat down close to
Colonel Faversham's chair, holding him so closely in an uninteresting
conversation that he could not pay the slightest attention to Bridget.
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