don't like ambiguous, uncertain situations. They please me much better when they are definite and clear." The retreat of expression had been sounded in his face—the aspect it wore when he wished not to be encouraging. But after an instant he added in a tone softer than this: "Don't disappoint me, my dear boy."
"Disappoint you?"
"I've told you what I want to do for you. See that the conditions come about promptly in which I may do it. Are you sure that you do everything to satisfy Mrs. Dallow?" Mr. Carteret continued.
"I think I'm very nice to her," Nick protested. "But she's so ambitious. Frankly speaking, it's a pity—for her—that she likes me."
"She can't help that."
"Possibly. But isn't it a reason for taking me as I am? What she wants to do is to take me as I may be a year hence."
"I don't understand if, as you say, even then she won't take back her word," said Mr. Carteret.
"If she doesn't marry me I think she'll never marry again at all."
"What then does she gain by delay?"
"Simply this, as I make it out—that she'll feel she has been very magnanimous. She won't have to reproach herself with not having given me a chance to change."
"To change? What does she think you liable to do?"
Nick was silent a minute. "I don't know!" he said, not at all candidly.
"Everything has altered: young people in my day looked
