You must believe
that. You must be thoroughly satisfied now. For if your conscience were
to trouble you afterwards--your troublesome conscience which keeps you
busy regretting nearly everything you do, but never warns you in time
to stop you--if you were to have any scruples, then there would be no
peace for either of us, and you had better give me up at once.'"
"And what did you say, Ideala?"
"I said, perhaps I had. I was beginning to be frightened again."
"And how did it end?"
"He made me go home and consider."
"Yes. And what then?" I demanded impatiently.
"And next day he came to me--to know my decision--and--and--I was
satisfied. I cannot live without him." I groaned aloud. What was I to
say? What could I do? An arrangement of this sort is carefully
concealed, as a rule, by the people concerned, and denied if
discovered; but here were a lady and gentleman prepared, not only to
take the step, but to justify it--under somewhat peculiar
circumstances, certainly--and carefully making their friends acquainted
with their intention beforehand, as if it were an ordinary engagement.
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