He had since told all there was to tell about his family and
circumstances, Polly in return throwing out a few vague hints as to
her own private affairs. Christopher would have liked to invite her
to his home, but lacked courage; his mother, his brother, and Mrs.
Theodore--what would they say? The rigour of their principles
overawed him. He often thought of abandoning his home, but neither
for that step had he the necessary spirit of independence. Miss
Sparkes no longer seemed to him of virtues compact; he sadly
admitted in his wakeful hours that she had a temper; he often
doubted whether she ever gave him a serious thought. But the fact
remained that Polly did not send him about his business, and at
times even seemed glad to see him, until that awful night when, by
deplorable accident, he encountered her near Lincoln's Inn. That
surely was the end of everything. Christopher, after tottering home
he knew not how, wept upon his pillow. Of course he was jealous as
well as profoundly hurt. Not without some secret reason had Polly
met him so fiercely, brutally.
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