"Then let me wait again. It can do you no harm. If there should come any man more fortunate than I am, you can tell me, and I shall know that it is over. I ask no sacrifice from you, and no pledge; but I give you mine. I shall not change." "There must be no such promise, Mr. Gilmore." "But there is the promise. I certainly shall not change. When three months are over I will come to you again." She tried to think whether she was bound to tell him that her answer must be taken as final, or whether she might allow the matter to stand as he proposed, with some chance of a result that might be good for him. On one point she was quite sure,--that if she left him now, with an understanding that he should again renew his offer after a period of three months, she must go away from Bullhampton. If there was any possibility that she should learn to love him, such feeling would arise within her more quickly in his absence than in his presence. She would go home to Loring, and try to bring herself to accept him. "I think," she said, "that what we now say had better be the last of it." "It shall not be the last of it. I will try again. What is there that I can do, so that I may make myself worthy of you?" "It is no question of worthiness, Mr. Gilmore. Who can say how his heart is moved,--and why? I shall go home to Loring; and you may be sure of this, that if there be anything that you should hear of me, I will let you know." Then he took her hand in his own, held it for a while, pressed it to his lips, and left her. She was by no means contented with herself, and, to tell the truth, was ashamed to let her friend know what she had done. And yet how could she have answered him in other words? It might be that she could teach herself to be contented with the amount of regard which she entertained for him. It might be that she could persuade herself to be his wife; and if so, why should he not have the chance,--the chance which he professed that he was so anxious to retain? He had paid her the greatest compliment which a man can pay a woman, and she owed him everything,--except herself. She was hardly sure even now that if the proposition had come to her by letter the answer might not have been of a different nature. As soon as he was gone she went upstairs to the nursery, and thence to Mrs. Fenwick's bedroom. Flo was there, but Flo was soon dismissed. Mary began her story instantly, before a question could be asked. "Janet," she said, "I am going home--at once." "Why so?" "Because it is best. Nothing more is settled than was settled before. When he asks me whether he may come again, how can I say that he may not? What can I say, except that as far I can see now, I cannot be his wife?" "You have not accepted him, then?" "No." "I believe that you would, if he had asked you last night." "Most certainly I should not. I may doubt when I am talking behind his back; but when I meet him face to face I cannot do it."