"I do not see," she said, "that this news can, therefore, make much
difference. There is no reason to alter any of our plans. To begin with,
I am certain that he is dead. We must have heard by this time if he had
been living."
Arthur gave a little nod of acquiescence.
"And also," pursued Mrs. Agar, with characteristic inconsistency, "he
evidently does not care about us or our feelings."
Arthur knew what she meant, and he descended as low in the moral scale as
ever he went during his life.
"But," he said, "there is, all the same, no time to lose."
He passed his hand over his sleek, lifeless hair with a weary look.
"Well, dear," said his mother soothingly, "I will see Ellen Glynde
to-morrow, and try to make her say something to Dora. A girl's mother has
always more influence than her father."
This idiotic axiom seemed to satisfy Arthur, probably because he knew no
better, and he rose to take his bedroom candlestick.
Mrs. Agar was a person utterly incapable of harbouring two thoughts at
the same moment.
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