"Oh, don't tell me he _hasn't_ if he hasn't, you've only to hold up your little finger for him to _have_. Why any fool can see he just worships the ground you tread on--not that I ever believe altogether in that sort of thing myself; but my experience of them is they're all the same. It's either that or nothing. Take my word for it, my dear, unless a man's abject, he's not in love, and unless he's in love, he'll never make a good husband. Now the Major is in love--he is abject, horribly abject. And of all the men I've known he's the most promising as a husband. I do believe he is a thoroughly good fellow." "I know, I know, my dear Mrs. Parsley; there is no better fellow in the world. But you seem to take it quite as--well, what shall I say?--quite as necessary to my existence that I should have a husband. Does it not occur to you that I might like a little freedom--that my first experience of matrimony has not been altogether encouraging?" "Freedom! Encouraging?--rubbish! What does a woman want with freedom, except to get into captivity again? As for encouragement, no one ought to require much encouragement to grab a good thing when they see it. John Dundas, matrimonially speaking, is a good thing, and if it weren't for the Reverend Augustine, I tell you candidly I'd soon show you I mean what I say!" "Oh, my dear friend, this love, this love!" sighed Miriam, "this keep the world a-whirling!--well, I suppose you're right. You know it is not that I underrate Major Dundas' good qualities. I do not. I know he is a good man, and I like him and respect him more than I can say; but--but----" "But--but--there you go! you're thinking about that wretched past of yours again. Well, tell him, tell him everything; he'll think none the less of you for that!" "Indeed I have; he knows everything of my wretched past. It is not that----" "Well, what is it then?" "Oh, I don't know--let us leave it. It will settle itself I expect if it's meant to be settled. Meanwhile, we're quite happy, you and I, aren't we?" "Oh yes, we're very happy, Miriam, with our work. That reminds me that old Chinese Mandarin creature's dead at last." "Really? Poor old thing! When did she die?" "Yesterday morning. The place is becoming quite respectable now--a veritable land of promise. And that reminds me again I have to go down there in the morning to finish up one or two things, and in the afternoon, dear, you know I am going back to Thorpe. Augustine's got a cold, and you know what Augustine is with a cold!" "Poor Mr. Parsley--he is very good. I sometimes think I should like to change places with you, and go down and look after him while you're looking after Lambeth," said Miriam, just to see how she would take it.