And yet Marian was never out of his
heart.
And then came the day on which Mr. Leslie was to go back to Kingston.
"And you won't have her then?" said Miss Jack to her nephew early
that morning. "You won't be said by me?"
"Not in this matter, aunt."
"Then you will live and die a poor man; you mean that, I suppose?"
"It's likely enough that I shall. There's this comfort, at any rate,
I'm used to it." And then Miss Jack was silent again for a while.
"Very well, sir; that's enough," she said angrily. And then she
began again. "But, Maurice, you wouldn't have to wait for my death,
you know." And she put out her hand and touched his arm, entreating
him as it were to yield to her. "Oh, Maurice," she said, "I do so
want to make you comfortable. Let us speak to Mr. Leslie."
But Maurice would not. He took her hand and thanked her, but said
that on this matter he must he his own master. "Very well, sir," she
exclaimed, "I have done. In future you may manage for yourself. As
for me, I shall go back with Mr. Leslie to Kingston." And so she
did. Mr. Leslie returned that day, taking her with him.
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