RODERICK HUDSON
man was in a state about her: the thing too much resembled, superficially, risking the disturbance of her peace. But he was clear that even rigid discretion is not bound to take such a person at more than her own estimate, and Christina presently reassured him as to the limits of her susceptibility. "Mr. Hudson's mad about me," she simply said.
Rowland flinched a trifle. Then, "Am I," he asked, "from this point of view of mine, to be glad or sorry?"
"I don't understand you."
"Why, is Hudson to be happy or unhappy?"
She hesitated a moment. "You wish him to be great in his profession? And for that you consider that he must be happy in his life?"
"Decidedly. I don't say it's a general rule, but I think it 's a rule for him."
"So that if he were very happy he would become very great?"
"He would at least do himself justice."
"And by that you mean a great deal?"
"A great deal."
Christina sank back in her chair and rested her eyes on the cracked and polished slabs of the pavement. At last she looked up. "You 've not forgotten, I suppose, that you told me he was engaged to be married?"
"By no means."
"He 's still engaged then?"
"To the best of my belief."
"And yet you desire that, as you say, he should be made happy by something I can do for him?"
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