"
"You must make a great point of that, for it will be his own great
point."
Catherine looked at her lover a minute, and then she said, "I shall
persuade him. But I am glad we shall be rich," she added.
Morris turned away, looking into the crown of his hat. "No, it's a
misfortune," he said at last. "It is from that our difficulty will
come."
"Well, if it is the worst misfortune, we are not so unhappy. Many
people would not think it so bad. I will persuade him, and after
that we shall be very glad we have money."
Morris Townsend listened to this robust logic in silence. "I will
leave my defence to you; it's a charge that a man has to stoop to
defend himself from."
Catherine on her side was silent for a while; she was looking at him
while he looked, with a good deal of fixedness, out of the window.
"Morris," she said abruptly, "are you very sure you love me?"
He turned round, and in a moment he was bending over her. "My own
dearest, can you doubt it?"
"I have only known it five days," she said; "but now it seems to me
as if I could never do without it."
"You will never be called upon to try!" And he gave a little tender,
reassuring laugh. Then, in a moment, he added, "There is something
you must tell me, too." She had closed her eyes after the last word
she uttered, and kept them closed; and at this she nodded her head,
without opening them.
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