He started from his chair with an angry impulse, and thrusting his hands
in his pockets, walked up and down the room. There was an underlying
consciousness all the while that he should have to master this anger,
and tell her everything, and convince her of the facts. For he had
almost learned the lesson that he must bend himself to her nature,
and that because she came short in her sympathy, he must give the more.
Soon he recurred to his intention of opening himself: the occasion
must not be lost. If he could bring her to feel with some solemnity
that here was a slander which must be met and not run away from,
and that the whole trouble had come out of his desperate want of money,
it would be a moment for urging powerfully on her that they should be
one in the resolve to do with as little money as possible, so that
they might weather the bad time and keep themselves independent.
He would mention the definite measures which he desired to take,
and win her to a willing spirit. He was bound to try this--and what
else was there for him to do?
He did not know how long he had been walking uneasily backwards
and forwards, but Rosamond felt that it was long, and wished that he
would sit down. She too had begun to think this an opportunity for
urging on Tertius what he ought to do. Whatever might be the truth
about all this misery, there was one dread which asserted itself.
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