For a few moments, John remained standing. She was not going to leave
him. She was never going to leave him. That was the big thought,
triumphant in his mind. But a thousand little thoughts, like grains of
dust in a great sunbeam, danced and whirled about it. He thought of
those rooms of his in Fetter Lane; of his own improvidence, of the
disreputable appearance of Mrs. Morrell on Saturday mornings when she
cleaned the stairs of the house, and conversed, in language none too
refined, with Miss Morrell. He thought of the impudence of Mrs. Brown,
when she appeared in curling papers and made remarks about her
neighbours with a choice of words that can only be said to go with that
particular adornment of the hair.
But these were only cavilling considerations, which made the big thought
real. He could change his address. Now, indeed, he could go down to
Harefield. He could work twice as hard; he could make twice as much
money. All these things, ambition will easily overcome in the face of
so big a thought as this. She was never going to leave him.
He took her hands as he sat down.
"Do you think you realise everything?" he said; for the first instinct
of the grateful recipient is to return the gift. He does not mean to
give it back; but neither does he quite know how to take it.
She nodded her head.
"All my circumstances? How poor I am?"
"Everything."
"And still----?"
"And still," she replied. "Nothing but your asking could change me."
He sat gazing at her, just holding her hands. Only in real stories do
people at such a moment fall into each other’s arms. When the matter is
really nonsense, then people act differently--perhaps they are more
reserved--possibly the wonder of it all is greater then.
John sat silently beside her and tried to understand. It was so
unexpected. He had scarcely even wished that it might be so.
"When did you think this?" he asked presently.
"Just--before he died."
"When he blessed us?"
"Yes."
"Why haven’t you said so before?"
"I couldn’t. I haven’t been able to speak. I’ve suddenly seen things
real----"
"In the midst of all this nonsense----"
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