Mabel Grex was
to be at Killancodlem, and, determined as he still was to ask her
to be his wife, he would make this opportunity. Of real
opportunity there had been none at Richmond. Since he had had his
ring altered and had sent it to her there had come but a word or
two of answer. 'What am I to say? You unkindest of men! To keep
it or to send it back would make me equally miserable. I shall
keep it till you are married, and then give it to your wife.'
This affair of the ring had made him more intent than ever. After
that he heard that Isabel Boncassen would also be at Killancodlem,
having been induced to join Mrs Montacute Jones's swarm of
visitors. Though he was dangerously devoid of experience, still he
felt that this was unfortunate. He intended to marry Mabel Grex.
And he could assure himself that he thoroughly loved her.
Nevertheless he liked making love to Isabel Boncassen. He was
quite willing to marry and settle down, and looked forward with
satisfaction to having Mabel Grex for his wife. But it would be
pleasant to have a six-month run of flirting and love-making
before this settlement, and he had certainly never seen anyone
with whom this would be so delightful as with Miss Boncassen.
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