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                                  Jane chuckled as she answered. It drove Mrs. Tower to the final
                            pitch of frenzy.
                                  “Don’t  laugh, Jane. I won’t  have  it.  I don’t think  you can be
                            right in your mind. It’s dreadful.”
                                  It was altogether too much for her and she burst into tears. She
                            knew that at her age it was fatal to cry, her eyes would be swollen for
                            twenty-four hours and she would look a sight. But there was no help
                            for it. She wept. Jane remained perfectly calm. She looked at Marion
                            through her large spectacles and reflectively smoothed the lap of her
                            black silk dress.
                                  “You’re  going  to  be  so  dreadfully  unhappy,”  Mrs.  Tower
                            sobbed, dabbing her eyes cautiously in the hope that the black on her
                            lashes would not smudge.
                                  “I don’t think so, you know,” Jane answered in those equable,
                            mild tones of hers, as if there were a little smile behind the words.
                            “We’ve talked it over very thoroughly. I always think I’m a very easy
                            person  to  live  with.  I  think  I  shall  make  Gilbert  very  happy  and
                            comfortable.  He’s  never  had  anyone  to  look  after  him  properly.
                            We’re only marrying after mature consideration, And we’ve decided
                            that if either of us wants his liberty the other will place no obstacles
                            in the way of his getting it.”
                                  Mrs. Tower had by now recovered herself sufficiently to make
                            a cutting remark.
                                  “How much has he persuaded you to settle on him?”
                                  “I wanted to settle a thousand a year on him, but he wouldn’t
                            hear of it. He was quite upset when I made the suggestion. He says he
                            can earn quite enough for his own needs.”
                                  “He’s more cunning than I thought,” said Mrs. Tower acidly.
                                  Jane paused a little and looked at her sister-in-law with kindly
                            but resolute eyes.
                                  “You see, my dear,  it’s different  for  you,” she said. “You’ve
                            never been so very much a widow, have you?”
                                  Mrs. Tower looked at  her. She blushed a  little. She even  felt
                            slightly uncomfortable. But of course Jane was much too simple to
                            intend  an  innuendo.  Mrs.  Tower  gathered  herself  together  with
                            dignity.
                                  “I’m so upset that  I really must go  to bed,” she said. “We’ll
                            resume the conversation tomorrow morning.”
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