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– fabulous as this truth may sound – he found a sentimental link, an obligation of delicacy, or perhaps even one of the penalties of its opposite, in his having exposed her to the north light, the quite properly hard business-light, of the room in which they had been alone with the treasure and its master. She had listened to the name of the sum he was capable of looking in the face. Given the relation of intimacy with him she had already beyond all retractation accepted, the stir of the air produced at the other place by that high figure struck him as a thing that, from the moment she had exclaimed or protested as little as he himself had apologised, left him but one thing more to do. A man of decent feeling didn’t thrust his money, a huge lump of it, in such a way, under a poor girl’s nose – a girl whose poverty was, after a fashion, the very basis of her enjoyment of his hospitality – without seeing, logically, a responsibility attached. And this was to remain none the less true for the fact that twenty minutes later, after he had applied his torch, applied it with a sign or two of insistence, what might definitely result failed to be immediately clear. He had spoken – spoken as they sat together on the out-of-the-way bench observed during one of their walks and kept for the previous quarter of the present hour well in his memory’s eye; the particular spot to which, between intense pauses and intenser advances, he had all the while consistently led her. Below the great consolidated cliff, well on to where the city of stucco sat most architecturally perched, with the rumbling beach and the rising tide and the freshening stars in front and above, the safe sense of the whole place yet prevailed in lamps and seats and flagged walks, hovering also overhead in the close neighbourhood of a great replete community about to assist anew at the removal of dish-covers.

‘We’ve had, as it seems to me, such quite beautiful days together that I hope it won’t come to you too much as a shock when I ask if you think you could regard me with any satisfaction as a husband.’ As if he had known she wouldn’t, she of course couldn’t, at all gracefully and whether or no, reply with a rush, he had said a little more – quite as he had felt he must in thinking it out in advance. He had put the question on which there was no going back and which represented thereby the sacrifice of his vessels, and what he further said was to stand for the redoubled thrust of flame that would make combustion sure. ‘This isn’t sudden to me, and I’ve wondered at moments if you haven’t felt me coming to it. I’ve been coming ever since we left Fawns – I really started while we were there.’ He spoke slowly, giving her, as he desired, time to think; all the more that it was making her look at him steadily, and making her also, in a remarkable degree, look ‘well’ while she did so – a large and so far a happy consequence. She wasn’t at all events shocked – which he had glanced at but for a handsome humility – and he would give her as many minutes as she liked. ‘You mustn’t think I’m forgetting that I’m not young.’

‘Oh that isn’t so. It’s I who am old. You are young.’ This was what she had at first answered – and quite in the tone too of having taken her minutes. It hadn’t been wholly to the point, but it had been kind – which was what he most wanted. And she kept, for her next words, to kindness, kept to her clear lowered voice and unshrinking face. ‘To me too it thoroughly seems that these days have been beautiful. I shouldn’t be grateful to them if I couldn’t more or less have imagined their bringing us to this.’ She affected him somehow as if she had advanced a step to meet him and yet were at the same time standing still. It only meant, however, doubtless, that she was gravely and reasonably thinking – as he exactly desired to make her. If she would but think enough she would probably think to suit him. ‘It seems to me,’ she went on, ‘that it’s for you to be sure.’

‘Ah but I am sure,’ said Adam Verver. ‘On matters of importance I never speak when I’m not. So if you can yourself face such a union you needn