A Question of MarriageVaizey, George de Horne, Mrs.
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A Question of Marriage
Vaizey, George de Horne, Mrs.
Single women -- Fiction
"I know what you are thinking. Edward Verney! You think my regrets
hover round him. It's not true, Jean, it's not true. I had forgotten
his very existence until I saw your face. If I had cared, surely my
thoughts would have flown to him first of all. He is only a
`might-have-been.' I had reached the length of noticing the way his
hair grows on his forehead, and his nice, close ears--that was a
danger-signal, I suppose; and I acknowledge that I have dressed with an
eye to his taste, but it has gone no deeper. I shall be sorry, but it
won't _hurt_ to end our friendship."
"Then why need you--"
"Oh!" Vanna laughed lightly. "I think he admires my--ears also! If we
saw more of each other we should grow nearer; I realise that, therefore
we must separate with all speed. As things are, he won't suffer any
more than I. He is just a dear, simple, unimaginative Englishman, who
needs to have things pushed very conspicuously before his eyes before he
can see them. He knows that I have gone away for a long change after
the strain of Aunt Mary's illness. It will be some months before it
dawns upon him that my holiday is exceeding its limit; and by that time
my image will have lost its freshness. He will be sorry, but he won't
attempt to follow. He'll say to his friends, `pity Miss Strangeways has
left the place. She was a jolly girl.' But if all had been well, I
might have been his wife--"
There was silence for several minutes. Each girl was thinking deeply of
the future; pondering over the difficulty of mapping out a life which
seemed to have no settled direction, Vanna had many gifts, but no one
outstanding talent. Until this moment she had never dreamt of taking up
any work outside the domestic circle; but it would be impossible to
fritter away life in the care of self alone. What could she do? She
herself had announced her decision of leaving her native town. Where
could she live? After puzzling the problem in a circle for several
minutes, Jean ventured another timid question.
"Have you thought, dear; have you any idea what you will do?"
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