’True; very much better; but it is of the same sort of love.  However, it is a great deal too deep for you to understand.  You’re too young, and I shan’t try to explain it.  But the long and the short of it is—­I am not going to marry your cousin.’

‘I wish you were,’ said Grace, ‘with all my heart.’

John Eames as he returned to the cottage was by no means able to fall back upon those resolutions as to his future life, which he had formed for himself and communicated to his friend Dalrymple, and which he had intended to bring at once into force in the event of his being rejected by Lily Dale.  ‘I will cleanse my mind of it altogether,’ he had said, ’and though I may not forget her, I will live as though she were forgotten.  If she declines my proposal again, I will accept her word as final.  I will not go about the world any longer as a stricken deer—­to be pitied or else bullied by the rest of the herd.’  On his way down to Guestwick he had sworn twenty times that it should be so.  He would make one more effort, and then he would give it up.  But now, after his interview with Lily, he was as little disposed to give it up as ever.

He sat upon a gate in a paddock through which there was a back entrance into Lady Julia’s garden, and there swore a thousand oaths that he would never give her up.  He was, at any rate, sure that she would never become the wife of anyone else.  He was equally sure that he would never become the husband of any other wife.  He could trust her.  Yes; he was sure of that.  But could he trust himself?  Communing with himself, he told himself that after all he was but a poor creature.  Circumstances had been very good to him, but he had done nothing for himself.  He was vain, and foolish, and unsteady.  So he told himself while sitting upon the gate.  But he had, at any rate, been constant to Lily, and constant he would remain.

He would never more mention her name to anyone—­unless it were to Lady Julia tonight.  To Dalrymple he would not open his mouth about her, but would plainly ask his friend to be silent on that subject if her name should be mentioned by him.  But morning and evening he would pray for her, and in his prayers he would always think of her as his wife.  He would never speak to another girl without remembering that he was bound to Lily.  He would go nowhere into society without recalling to mind the fact that he was bound by the chains of a solemn engagement.  If he knew himself he would be constant to Lily.

And then he considered in what manner it would be best and most becoming that he should still prosecute his endeavour and repeat his offer.  He thought that he would write to her every year, on the same day of the year, year after year, it might be for the next twenty years.  And his letters would be very simple.  Sitting there on the gate he planned the wording of his letters;—­of his first letter, and of his second, and of his third.  They should be very like to each other—­should