"Of course, everything must be changed. I must sell my horses, and we
must cut and run, and go and live at Boulogne, I suppose. But a man
can't do that kind of thing all in a moment. Then Chiltern comes and
talks as though he were Virtue personified. What business is it of
his?"
Then Adelaide became still more grave. She had now removed herself
from his embrace, and was standing a little apart from him on the
rug. She did not answer him at first; and when she did so, she spoke
very slowly. "We have been rash, I fear; and have done what we have
done without sufficient thought."
"I don't say that at all."
"But I do. It does seem now that we have been imprudent." Then she
smiled as she completed her speech. "There had better be no
engagement between us."
"Why do you say that?"
"Because it is quite clear that it his been a trouble to you rather
than a happiness."
"I wouldn't give it up for all the world."
"But it will be better. I had not thought about it as I should have
done. I did not understand that the prospect of marrying would make
you--so very poor.
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