'
'I have said before, Emily, and I assure you I am speaking the truth, I
want you to do what you like. Say what you wish to be done, and it shall be
done.'
'Is that really true? I thought no one cared for me. You must care for me a
little to speak like that.'
'Of course I care for you, Emily.'
'I sometimes think you might have if it had not been for that play; for, of
course, I'm not clever, and cannot discuss it with you.... Julia, I
suppose, can--that is the reason why you like her. Am I not right?'
'Mrs. Bentley is a clever woman, who has read a great deal, and I like to
talk an act over with her before I write it.'
'Is that all? Then why do people say you are going to marry her?'
'But nobody ever said so.'
'Oh yes, they have. Is it true?'
'No, Emily; it is not true.'
'Are you quite sure?'
'Yes, quite sure.'
'If that is so,' she said, turning her eyes on Hubert, and looking as if
she could see right down into his soul, 'I shall get well very soon. Then
we can go on just the same; but if you married her, I----'
'I what?'
'Nothing! I feel quite happy now. I did not want you to marry her. I could
not bear it. It would be like having a step-mother--worse, for she would
not have me here at all; she would drive me away.
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