It was now past nine, and the
sun had set; but there was a bright harvest moon, and the light,
though pale, was clear as that of day. "Will you come and take a turn
round the garden? We shall be better there than sitting here. I will
get my hat; can I find yours for you?" So they both strolled out,
down the terrace steps, and went forth, beyond the gardens, into the
park, as though they had both intended from the first that it should
be so. "I know you have not accepted Mr. Gresham's offer, or you
would have told me so."
"I have not accepted."
"Nor have you refused?"
"No; it is still open. I must send my answer by telegram
to-morrow--Yes or No,--Mr. Gresham's time is too precious to admit of
more."
"Phineas, for Heaven's sake do not allow little feelings to injure
you at such a time as this. It is of your own career, not of Mr.
Gresham's manners, that you should think."
"I have nothing to object to in Mr. Gresham. Yes or No will be quite
sufficient."
"It must be Yes."
"It cannot be Yes, Lady Laura.
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