Family life -- Fiction; Farm life -- Fiction; Marriage -- Fiction
As he had talked her nervous embarrassment passed away, and the deep
sense of her own need was pressing upon her again. She saw that he
also was in great need. His business talk was revealing deep trouble
and perplexity. With the quick intuitions of a woman, her mind went
far beyond his brief sentences and saw all the difficulties of his lot.
His feeling reference to the loss of his wife proved that he was not a
coarse-natured man. As he spoke so plainly of his life during the past
year, her mind was insensibly abstracted from everything but his want
and hers, and she thought his farmhouse afforded just the secluded
refuge she craved. As he drew near the end of his story and hesitated
in visible embarrassment, she mustered courage to say timidly, "Would
you permit a suggestion from me?"
"Why, certainly."
"You have said, sir, that your business and means would not allow you
to keep two in help, and as you have been speaking I have tried to
think of some way. The fact that your house is so lonely is just the
reason why I should like to work in it. As you can understand, I have
no wish to meet strangers. Now, sir, I am willing to work for very
little; I should be glad to find such a quiet refuge for simply my
board and clothes, and I would do my very best and try to learn what I
did not know. It seems to me that if I worked for so little you might
think you could afford to hire some elderly woman also?" and she looked
at him in the eager hope that he would accept her proposition.
He shook his head as he replied, "I don't know of any such person. I
took the best one in this house, and you know how she turned out."
"Perhaps Mr. Watterly may know of someone else," she faltered. She was
now deeply troubled and perplexed again, supposing that he was about to
renew his first proposition that she should be his only help.
"If Mr. Watterly did know of anyone I would make the trial, but he does
not. Your offer is very considerate and reasonable, but--" and he
hesitated again, scarcely knowing how to go on.
"I am sorry, sir," she said, rising, as if to end the interview.
"Stay," he said, "you do not understand me yet. Of course I should not
make you the same offer that I did at first, after seeing your feeling
about it, and I respect you all the more because you so respect
yourself. What I had in mind was to give you my name, and it's an
honest name. If we were married it would be perfectly proper for you
to go with me, and no one could say a word against either of us."
"Oh!" she gasped, in strong agitation and surprise.
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