Had she done with them for good and all? That was what marrying the
Squire meant.
A business marriage--on her side, for an income, a home, a career;
on his, for a companion, a secretary, an agent. Well, she said to
herself as she calmed down, that she could face; but supposing,
after all, that the Squire was putting more into the scales than
she? A sudden fear grew strong in her--fear lest this man should
have more heart, more romance in him than she had imagined
possible--that while she was thinking of a business partnership, the
Squire was expecting, was about to offer, something quite different.
The thought scared and repelled her. If that were indeed the case,
she would bid Mannering a long and final farewell.
But no!--she reassured herself; she recalled the Squire's passionate
absorption in his archaeological pursuits; how his dependence upon
her, his gratitude to her, his surprising fits of docility, were all
due to the fact that she helped him to pursue them--that his mind
sharpened itself against hers--that her hand and brain were the
slaves of his restless intelligence.
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