"
"He has waited five years already," Jack pointed out. "Don't you think
that's almost long enough, dear?"
She put a hand to her throat, feeling as if there were some constriction
there. "He has been speaking to you about it! He wants you to--to
persuade me--to--to make me--"
"No, dear, no!" Jack spoke very gravely. "He wants you to please
yourself. It is I who think that a long delay would be a mistake. Can't
you be brave, Dot? Take what the gods send--and be thankful?"
She tried to laugh. "I'm an awful idiot, Jack. Yes, I will--I will be
brave. After all, it isn't as if--as if I were really sacrificing
anything, is it? And you're sure he's a good man, aren't you? You are
sure he will never let me down?"
"I am quite sure," Jack said, firmly. "He is a fine man, Dot, and he will
always set your happiness before his own."
She breathed a short sigh. "Thank you, Jack, I feel better. You're
wonderfully good to me, dear old boy. Tell him--tell him I'll marry him
as soon as ever I can get ready! I must get a few things together first,
mustn't I?"
Jack laughed a little. "You look very nice in what you've got."
"Oh, don't be silly!" she said. "If I'm going to live at
Wallacetown--Wallacetown, mind you, the smartest place this side of
Sydney--I must be respectably clothed. I shall have to go to Trelevan,
and see what I can find."
"You and Adela had better have a week off," said Jack, "and go while
Fletcher is busy there.
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