A Man Is So In The Way

I Wanted To See The Place Where Margaret Grew To What She Is, Even At The Worst Time Of All, When I Had No Hope Of Ever Calling Her Mine.

In All Disappointments Sympathy Is A Great Balm.

Mr Thornton Would Rather Have Heard That She Was Suffering The Natural Sorrow. In The First Place, There Was Selfishness Enough In Him To Have Taken Pleasure In The Idea That His Great Love Might Come In To Comfort And Console Her; Much The Same Kind Of Strange Passionate Pleasure Which Comes Stinging Through A Mother's Heart, When Her Drooping Infant Nestles Close To Her, And Is Dependent Upon Her For Everything.

Mr. Thornton Felt That In This Influx No One Was Speaking To Margaret, And Was Restless Under This Apparent Neglect. But He Never Went Near Her Himself; He Did Not Look At Her. Only, He Knew What She Was Doing — Or Not Doing — Better Than Anyone Else In The Room. Margaret Was So Unconscious Of Herself, And So Much Amused By Watching Other People, That She Never Thought Whether She Was Left Unnoticed Or Not.

And So She Shuddered Away From The Threat Of His Enduring Love. What Did He Mean? Had She Not The Power To Daunt Him? She Would See. It Was More Daring Than Became A Man To Threaten Her.