RODERICK HUDSON
than that Miss Garland should be disappointed." He heard himself grotesquely use this term—which might have applied to a shopgirl,
"There's one thing, you know," Roderick answered with an odd earnestness. "She is very very plucky."
"Well then if she 's plucky, believe that with a longer chance, a better chance, she won't be too discouraged to endeavour to regain your affection."
"Do you know what you ask then?" Roderick demanded. "That I shall make love to a girl I hate?"
"You hate?"
"As her lover I should mortally hate her. Do you really urge my marrying a woman who would bore me to death? I should n't be long in letting her know it, and then, pray, where would the poor thing be?"
Rowland walked the length of the room a couple of times and stopped suddenly. "Go your way then. Say all this to her, not to me."
"To her? Why, I 'm afraid of her, don't you see? I want you to help me."
"My dear chap," said Rowland with a strained smile, "I can't help you any more."
Roderick frowned, hesitated a moment and then took his hat. "Oh, well," he said, "I 'm not so afraid of her as all that!" And he turned as if to depart.
"Stop!" cried Rowland as he laid his hand on the door.
Roderick paused and stood waiting, but only half patient.
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