I believe I might have any
lady in Manchester if I liked, and yet I was willing and ready to
marry a poor dressmaker. Don't you understand me now? and don't you
see what a sacrifice I was making to humour her? and all to no
avail."
Sally was silent, so he went on--
"My father would have forgiven any temporary connection, far sooner
than my marrying one so far beneath me in rank."
"I thought you said, sir, your mother was a factory girl," remarked
Sally rather maliciously.
"Yes, yes!--but then my father was in much such a station; at any
rate, there was not the disparity there is between Mary and me."
Another pause.
"Then you mean to give her up, sir? She made no bones of saying she
gave you up."
"No; I do not mean to give her up, whatever you and she may please
to think. I am more in love with her than ever; even for this
charming capricious ebullition of hers. She'll come round, you may
depend upon it. Women always do. They always have second thoughts,
and find out that they are best in casting off a lover. Mind, I
don't say I shall offer her the same terms again.
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