'We shall be together this evening; shall we not?' he asked.
'O, yes,' said Marie, 'if you please.' It was, as she knew, only
reasonable now that they should be together. Then he let her go,
and she walked off to her room.
CHAPTER IX.
'I suppose it had better be so,' Marie Bromar had said to her lover,
when in set form he made his proposition. She had thought very much
about it, and had come exactly to that state of mind. She did
suppose that it had better be so. She knew that she did not love
the man. She knew also that she loved another man. She did not
even think that she should ever learn to love Adrian Urmand. She
had neither ambition in the matter, nor even any feeling of prudence
as regarded herself. She was enticed by no desire of position, or
love of money. In respect to all her own feelings about herself she
would sooner have remained at the Lion d'Or, and have waited upon
the guests day after day, and month after month. But yet she had
supposed 'that it had better be so.' Her uncle wished it,--wished
it so strongly that she believed it would be impossible that she
could remain an inmate in his house, unless she acceded to his
wishes.
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