She was looking through the trees across the peaceful
evening river.
"Yes," she answered gently. "I suppose so."
Arthur Agar had been brought up in an atmosphere of futile discussion,
but he had never wanted anything in vain. There are women--fools--who
dare to bring up children thus in a world where wanting in vain is the
chief characteristic of daily life. Arthur was ready enough to go on
discussing his future thus, but never doubted that it would all come to
his desire in the end. He was like a woman in so much as he failed to
understand an argument which he could not meet.
They walked on amidst the flowering shrubs, and Dora was filled with a
disquieting sense of having failed to convince him.
"I do not want to hurry you," said Arthur presently, with a maddening
equanimity. "You can give me your answer some other time."
"But I have given it now."
Arthur was engaged in taking off his hat to a passing lady, and made no
acknowledgment of this.
"Everybody at home would be pleased," he observed, after a pause occupied
by the adjustment of his hat.
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