"We must not expect it now," she said, "and we must do without it."
Morris sat looking and smiling. "My poor dear girl!" he exclaimed.
"You mustn't pity me," said Catherine; "I don't mind it now--I am
used to it."
Morris continued to smile, and then he got up and walked about again.
"You had better let me try him!"
"Try to bring him over? You would only make him worse," Catherine
answered resolutely.
"You say that because I managed it so badly before. But I should
manage it differently now. I am much wiser; I have had a year to
think of it. I have more tact."
"Is that what you have been thinking of for a year?"
"Much of the time. You see, the idea sticks in my crop. I don't
like to be beaten."
"How are you beaten if we marry?"
"Of course, I am not beaten on the main issue; but I am, don't you
see, on all the rest of it--on the question of my reputation, of my
relations with your father, of my relations with my own children, if
we should have any."
"We shall have enough for our children--we shall have enough for
everything. Don't you expect to succeed in business?"
"Brilliantly, and we shall certainly be very comfortable. But it
isn't of the mere material comfort I speak; it is of the moral
comfort," said Morris--"of the intellectual satisfaction!"
"I have great moral comfort now," Catherine declared, very simply.
"Of course you have.
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