I only
thought it would bring things nearer--both of us getting jobs and my having
a Paris one and--"
Her voice might be anything else in the world, but it is not wholly
convinced. And its being sure beyond bounds is the only thing that could
possibly help Oliver. He puts his hands on her shoulders.
"I couldn't do anything but tell you to take it, dearest, could I? When
it's such a real chance?" He is hoping with illogical but none the less
painful desperation that she will deny him. But she nods instead.
"Well then, Nancy dear, listen. If you take it, we've got to face things,
haven't we?"
She nods a little rebelliously.
"But why is it so _serious_, Ollie?" and again her voice is not true.
"You know. Because I've failed--God knows when I'll make enough money for
us to get married now--with the novel gone bust and everything. And I
haven't any right to keep you like this when I'm not sure of ever being
able to marry you--and when you've got a job like this and can go right
ahead on the things you've always been crazy to do. Nancy, you _want_ to
take it--even if it meant our not getting married for another year and your
being away--don't you, don't you? Oh, Nancy, you've _got_ to tell me--it'll
only bust everything we've had already if you don't!"
And now they have come to a point of misunderstanding that only a trust as
unreasonable as belief in immortality will help.
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