He could no more lie than he could eat grass."
"Is that abstract or concrete?"
"That's abstract. And I know no one who is so capable of throwing
himself into one matter for the sake of accomplishing that one thing
at a time. That's concrete." And so the red colour faded away from
poor Adelaide's face, and the unpleasantness was removed.
"What do you think of Laurence's wife?" Erle said to him late in the
evening.
"I have only just seen her. The money is there, I suppose."
"The money is there, I believe; but then it will have to remain
there. He can't touch it. There's about L2,000 a-year, which will
have to go back to her family unless they have children."
"I suppose she's--forty?"
"Well; yes, or perhaps forty-five. You were locked up at the time,
poor fellow,--and had other things to think of; but all the interest
we had for anything beyond you through May and June was devoted to
Laurence and his prospects. It was off and on, and on and off, and he
was in a most wretched condition. At last she wouldn't consent unless
she was to be asked here.
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