That’s why—well—I shan’t marry anybody—unless its somebody with money.”
“I’ve a couple of thousand or so of my own——”
“Have you? It would have done nicely,” he said smiling.
“You are different to-night,” she said, leaning on him.
“Am I?” he replied—“It’s because things are altered too. They’re settled one way now—for the present at least.”
“Don’t forget the two steps this time,” said she smiling, and adding seriously, “You see, I couldn’t help it.”
“No, why not?”
“Things! I have been brought up to expect it—everybody expected it—and you’re bound to do what people expect you to do—you can’t help it. We can’t help ourselves, we’re all chess-men,” she said.
“Ay,” he agreed, but doubtfully.
“I wonder where it will end,” she said.
“Lettie!” he cried, and his hand closed in a grip on her’s.
“Don’t—don’t say anything—it’s no good now, it’s too late. It’s done; and what is done, is done. If you talk any more, I shall say I’m tired and stop the dance. Don’t say another word.”
He did not—at least to her. Their dance came to an end. Then he took Marie who talked winsomely to him. As he waltzed with Marie he regained his animated spirits. He was very lively the rest of the evening, quite astonishing and reckless. At supper he ate everything, and drank much wine.
“Have some more turkey, Mr. Saxton.”
