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any conflict been manifested between his interests and Marian’s; practically he was in the habit of counting upon her aid for an indefinite period.

If indeed he became editor of The Study, why, in that case her assistance would be less needful. And indeed it seemed probable that young Milvain had a future before him.

“But, in any case,” he said aloud, partly continuing his thoughts, partly replying to a look of disappointment on his wife’s face, “how do you know that he has any wish to come and see Marian?”

“I don’t know anything about it, of course.”

“And you may have made a mistake about her. What made you think she⁠—had him in mind?”

“Well, it was her way of speaking, you know. And then, she asked if you had got a dislike to him.”

“She did? H’m! Well, I don’t think Milvain is any good to Marian. He’s just the kind of man to make himself agreeable to a girl for the fun of the thing.”

Mrs. Yule looked alarmed.

“Oh, if you really think that, don’t let him come. I wouldn’t for anything.”

“I don’t say it for certain.” He took a sip of his coffee. “I have had no opportunity of observing him with much attention. But he’s not the kind of man I care for.”

“Then no doubt it’s better as it is.”

“Yes. I don’t see that anything could be done now. We shall see whether he gets on. I advise you not to mention him to her.”

“Oh no, I won’t.”

She moved as if to go away, but her heart had been made uneasy by that short conversation which followed on Marian’s reading the letter, and there were still things she wished to put into words.

“If those young ladies go on writing to her, I dare say they’ll often speak about their brother.”

“Yes, it’s rather unfortunate.”

“And you know, Alfred, he may have asked them to do it.”

“I suppose there’s one subject on which all women can be subtle,” muttered Yule, smiling. The remark was not a kind one, but he did not make it worse by his tone.

The listener failed to understand him, and looked with her familiar expression of mental effort.

“We can’t help that,” he added, with reference to her suggestion. “If he has any serious thoughts, well, let him go on and wait for opportunities.”

“It’s a great pity, isn’t it, that she can’t see more people⁠—of the right kind?”

“No use talking about it. Things are as they are. I can’t see that her life is unhappy.”

“It isn’t very happy.”

“You think not?”

“I’m sure it isn’t.”

“If I get The Study things may be different. Though⁠—But it’s no use talking about what can’t be helped. Now don’t you go encouraging her to think herself lonely, and so on. It’s best for her to keep close to work, I’m sure of that.”

“Perhaps it is.”

“I’ll think it over.”

Mrs. Yule silently left the room, and went back to her sewing.

She had understood that “Though⁠—” and the “what can’t be helped.” Such allusions reminded her of a time unhappier than the present, when she had been wont to hear plainer language. She knew too well that, had she been a woman of education, her daughter would not now be suffering from loneliness.

It was her own choice that she did not go with her husband and Marian to John Yule’s. She made an excuse that the house could not be left to one servant; but in any case she would have remained at home, for her presence must needs be an embarrassment both to father and daughter. Alfred was always ashamed of her before strangers; he could not conceal his feeling, either from her or from other people who had reason for observing him. Marian was not perhaps ashamed, but such companionship put restraint upon her freedom. And would it not always be the same? Supposing Mr. Milvain were to come to this house, would it not repel him when he found what sort of person Marian’s mother was?

She shed a few tears over her needlework.

At midnight the study door opened. Yule came to the dining-room to see that all was right, and it surprised him to find his wife still sitting there.

“Why are you so late?”

“I’ve forgot the time.”

“Forgotten, forgotten. Don’t go back to that kind of language again. Come, put the light out.”

VIII To the Winning Side

Of the acquaintances Yule had retained from his earlier years several were in the well-defined category of men with unpresentable wives. There was Hinks, for instance, whom, though in anger he spoke of him as a bore, Alfred held in some genuine regard. Hinks made perhaps a hundred a year out of a kind of writing which only certain publishers can get rid of and of this income he spent about a third on books. His wife was the daughter of a laundress, in whose house he had lodged thirty years ago, when new to London but already long-acquainted with hunger; they lived in complete harmony, but Mrs. Hinks, who was four years the elder, still spoke the laundress tongue, unmitigated and immitigable. Another pair were Mr. and Mrs. Gorbutt. In this case there were no narrow circumstances to contend with, for the wife, originally a nursemaid, not long after her marriage inherited house property from a relative. Mr. Gorbutt deemed himself a poet; since his accession to an income he had published, at his own expense, a yearly volume of verses; the only result being to keep alive rancour in his wife, who was both parsimonious and vain. Making no secret of it, Mrs. Gorbutt rued the day on which she had wedded a man of letters, when by waiting so short a time she would have been enabled to aim at a prosperous tradesman, who kept his gig and had everything handsome about him. Mrs. Yule suspected, not without reason, that this lady had an inclination to strong liquors. Thirdly came Mr. and Mrs. Christopherson, who were poor as church mice. Even in a friend’s house they wrangled incessantly, and made tragicomical revelations

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