uninterested　country　gentleman　looking　glumly　out　of　window；　a
  city　man　preoccupied　with　the　〃Economist；〃　and　a　polite　lady　who
  refrained　from　staring　but　not　from　observing；　she　felt　that　she
  must　not　make　a　scene；　yet　she　knew　he　had　not　come　there　to　hold
  an　ordinary　conversation。　Her　doubt　did　not　last　long。　He　began
  promptly；　and　went　to　the　point　at　once。
  〃What　do　you　think　of　this　engagement　of　mine？〃
  This　was　more　than　she　could　bear　calmly。　〃What　is　it　to　me？〃　she
  said　indignantly。　〃I　have　nothing　to　do　with　it。〃
  〃Nothing！　You　are　a　cold　friend　to　me　then。　I　thought　you　one　of
  the　surest　I　possessed。〃
  She　moved　as　if　about　to　look　at　him；　but　checked　herself；　closed
  her　lips；　and　fixed　her　eyes　on　the　vacant　seat　before　her。　The
  reproach　he　deserved　was　beyond　her　power　of　expression。
  〃I　cling　to　that　conviction　still；　in　spite　of　Miss　Lindsay's
  indifference　to　my　affairs。　But　I　confess　I　hardly　know　how　to
  bring　you　into　sympathy　with　me　in　this　matter。　In　the　first
  place；　you　have　never　been　married；　I　have。　In　the　next；　you　are
  much　younger　than　I；　in　more　respects　than　that　of　years。　Very
  likely　half　your　ideas　on　the　subject　are　derived　from　fictions
  in　which　happy　results　are　tacked　on　to　conditions　very
  ill…calculated　to　produce　themwhich　in　real　life　hardly　ever　do
  produce　them。　If　our　friendship　were　a　chapter　in　a　novel；　what
  would　be　the　upshot　of　it？　Why；　I　should　marry　you；　or　you　break
  your　heart　at　my　treachery。〃
  Gertrude　moved　her　eyes　as　if　she　had　some　intention　of　taking　to
  flight。
  〃But　our　relations　being　those　of　real　lifefar　sweeter；　after
  allI　never　dreamed　of　marrying　you；　having　gained　and　enjoyed
  your　friendship　without　that　eye　to　business　which　our　nineteenth
  century　keeps　open　even　whilst　it　sleeps。　You；　being　equally
  disinterested　in　your　regard　for　me；　do　not　think　of　breaking
  your　heart；　but　you　are；　I　suppose；　a　little　hurt　at　my
  apparently　meditating　and　resolving　on　such　a　serious　step　as
  marriage　with　Agatha　without　confiding　my　intention　to　you。　And
  you　punish　me　by　telling　me　that　you　have　nothing　to　do　with　it
  that　it　is　nothing　to　you。　But　I　never　meditated　the　step；　and　so
  had　nothing　to　conceal　from　you。　It　was　conceived　and　executed　in
  less　than　a　minute。　Although　my　first　marriage　was　a　silly　love
  match　and　a　failure；　I　have　always　admitted　to　myself　that　I
  should　marry　again。　A　bachelor　is　a　man　who　shirks
  responsibilities　and　duties；　I　seek　them；　and　consider　it　my
  duty；　with　my　monstrous　superfluity　of　means；　not　to　let　the
  individualists　outbreed　me。　Still；　I　was　in　no　hurry；　having
  other　things　to　occupy　me；　and　being　fond　of　my　bachelor　freedom；
  and　doubtful　sometimes　whether　I　had　any　right　to　bring　more
  idlers　into　the　world　for　the　workers　to　feed。　Then　came　the
  usual　difficulty　about　the　lady。　I　did　not　want　a　helpmeet；　I　can
  help　myself。　Nor　did　I　expect　to　be　loved　devotedly；　for　the　race
  has　not　yet　evolved　a　man　lovable　on　thorough　acquaintance；　even
  my　self…love　is　neither　thorough　nor　constant。　I　wanted　a　genial
  partner　for　domestic　business；　and　Agatha　struck　me　quite
  suddenly　as　being　the　nearest　approach　to　what　I　desired　that　I
  was　likely　to　find　in　the　marriage　market；　where　it　is　extremely
  hard　to　suit　oneself；　and　where　the　likeliest　bargains　are　apt　to
  be　snapped　up　by　others　if　one　hesitates　too　long　in　the　hope　of
  finding　something　better。　I　admire　Agatha's　courage　and
  capability；　and　believe　I　shall　be　able　to　make　her　like　me；　and
  that　the　attachment　so　begun　may　turn　into　as　close　a　union　as　is
  either　healthy　or　necessary　between　two　separate　individuals。　I
  may　mistake　her　character；　for　I　do　not　know　her　as　I　know　you；
  and　have　scarcely　enough　faith　in　her　as　yet　to　tell　her　such
  things　as　I　have　told　you。　Still；　there　is　a　consoling　dash　of
  romance　in　the　transaction。　Agatha　has　charm。　Do　you　not　think
  so？〃
  Gertrude's　emotion　was　gone。　She　replied　with　cool　scorn；　〃Very
  romantic　indeed。　She　is　very　fortunate。〃
  Trefusis　half　laughed；　half　sighed　with　relief　to　find　her　so
  self…possessed。　〃It　sounds　likeand　indeed　isthe　selfish
  calculation　of　a　disilluded　widower。　You　would　not　value　such　an
  offer；　or　envy　the　recipient　of　it？〃
  〃No；〃　said　Gertrude　with　quiet　contempt。
  〃Yet　there　is　some　calculation　behind　every　such　offer。　We　marry
  to　satisfy　our　needs；　and　the　more　reasonable　our　needs　are；　the
  more　likely　are　we　to　get　them　satisfied。　I　see　you　are　disgusted
  with　me；　I　feared　as　much。　You　are　the　sort　of　woman　to　admit　no
  excuse　for　my　marriage　except　lovepure　emotional　love；
  blindfolding　reason。〃
  〃I　really　do　not　concern　myself〃
  〃Do　not　say　so；　Gertrude。　I　watch　every　step　you　take　with
  anxiety；　and　I　do　not　believe　you　are　indifferent　to　the
  worthiness　of　my　conduct。　Believe　me；　love　is　an　overrated
  passion；　it　would　be　irremediably　discredited　but　that　young
  people；　and　the　romancers　who　live　upon　their　follies；　have　a
  perpetual　interest　in　rehabilitating　it。　No　relation　involving
  divided　duties　and　continual　intercourse　between　two　people　can
  subsist　permanently　on　love　alone。　Yet　love　is　not　to　be　despised
  when　it　comes　from　a　fine　nature。　There　is　a　man　who　loves　you
  exactly　as　you　think　I　ought　to　love　Agathaand　as　I　don't　love
  her。〃
  Gertrude's　emotion　stirred　again；　and　her　color　rose。　〃You　have
  no　right　to　say　these　things　now；〃　she　said。
  〃Why　may　I　not　plead　the　cause　of　another？　I　speak　of　Erskine。〃
  Her　color　vanished；　and　he　continued；　〃I　want　you　to　marry　him。
  When　you　are　married　you　will　understand　me　better；　and　our
  friendship；　shaken　just　now；　will　be　deepened；　for　I　dare　assure
  you；　now　that　you　can　no　longer　misunderstand　me；　that　no　living
  woman　is　dearer　to　me　than　you。　So　much　for　the　inevitable
  selfish　reason。　Erskine　is　a　poor　man；　and　in　his　comfortable
  povertysave　the　marklies　your　salvation　from　the　baseness　of
  marrying　for　wealth　and　position；　a　baseness　of　which　women　of
  your　class　stand　in　constant　peril。　They　court　it；　you　must　shun
  it。　The　man　is　honorable　and　loves　you；　he　is　young；　healthy；　and
  suitable。　What　more　do　you　think　the　world　has　to　offer　you？〃
  〃Much　more；　I　hope。　Very　much　more。〃
  〃I　fear　that　the　names　I　give　things　are　not　romantic　enough。　He
  is　a　poet。　Perhaps　he　would　be　a　hero　if　it　were　possible　for　a
  man　to　be　a　hero　in　this　nineteenth　century；　which　will　be
  infamous　in　history　as　a　time　when　the　greatest　advances　in　the
  power　of　man　over　nature　only　served　to　sharpen　his　greed　and
  make　famine　its　avowed　minister。　Erskine　is　at　least　neither　a
  gambler　nor　a　slave…driver　at　first　hand；　if　he　lives　upon
  plundered　labor　he　can　no　more　help　himself　than　I。　Do　not　say
  that　you　hope　for　much　more；　but　tell　me；　if　you　can；　what　more
  you　have　any　chance　of　getting？　Mind；　I　do　not　ask　what　more　you
  desire；　we　all　desire　unutterable　things。　I　ask　you　what　more　you
  can　obtain！〃
  〃I　have　not　found　Mr。　Erskine　such　a　wonderful　person　as　you　seem
  to　think　him。〃
  〃He　is　only　a　man。　Do　you　know　anybody　more　wonderful？〃
  〃Besides；　my　family　might　not　approve。〃
  〃They　most　certainly　will　not。　If　you　wish　to　please　them；　you
  must　sell　yourself　to　some　rich　vampire　of　the　factories　or　great
  landlord。　If　you　give　yourself　away　to　a　poor　poet　who　loves　you；
  their　disgust　will　be　unbounded。　If　a　woman　wishes　to　honor　her
  father　and　mother　to　their　own　satisfaction　nowadays　she　must
  dishonor　herself。〃
  〃I　do　not　understand　why　you　should　be　so　anxious　for　me　to　marry
  someone　else？〃
  〃Someone　else？〃　said　Trefusis；　puzzled。
  〃I　do　not　mean　someone　else；〃　said　Gertrude　hastily；　reddening。
  〃Why　should　I　marry　at　all？〃
  〃Why　do　any　of　us　marry？　Why　do　I　marry？　It　is　a　function　craving
  fulfilment。　If　you　do　not　marry　betimes　from　choice；　you　will　be
  driven　to　do　so　later　on　by　the　importunity　of　your　suitors　and
  of　your　family；　and　by　weariness　of　the　suspense　that　precedes　a
  definite　settlement　of　oneself。　Marry　generously。　Do　not　throw
  yourself　away　or　sell　yourself；　give　yourself　away。　Erskine　has
  as　much　at　stake　as　you；　and　yet　he　offers　himself　fearlessly。〃
  Gertrude　raised　her　head　proudly。
  〃It　is　true；〃　continued　Trefusis；　observing　the　gesture　with　some
  anger；　〃　that　he　thinks　more　highly　of　you　than　you　deserve；　but
  you；　on　the　other　hand；　think　too　lowly　of　him。　When　you　marry
  him　you　must　save　him　from　a　cruel　disenchantment　by　raising
  yourself　to　the　level　he　fancies　you　have　attained。　This　will
  cost　you　an　effort；　and　the　effort　will　do　you　good；　whether　it
  fail　or　succeed。　As　for　him；　he　will　find　his　just　level　in　your
  estimation　if　your　thoughts　reach　high　enough　to　comprehend　him
  at　that　level。〃
  Gertrude　moved　impatiently。
  〃What！〃　he　said　quickly。　〃Are　my　long…winded　sacrifices　to　the
  god　of　reason　distasteful？　I　believe　I　am　involuntarily　making
  them　so　because　I　am　jealous　of　the　fellow　after　all。
  Nevertheless　I　am　serious；　I　want　you　to　get　married；　though　I
  shall　always　have　a　secret　grudge　against　the　man　who　marries
  you。　Agatha　will　suspect　me　of　treason　if　you　don't。　Erskine　will
  be　a　disappointed　man　if　you　don't。　You　will　be　moody；　wretched；
  andand　unmarried　if　you　don't。〃
  Gertrude's　cheeks　flushed　at　t