"For Miss Anvoy's own use--on the occasion of her prospective marriage.She was discouraged--the earnest seeker required so earnest a search.She was afraid of making a mistake; every one she could think of seemed either not earnest enough or not poor enough.On the receipt of the first bad news about Mr.Anvoy's affairs she proposed to Ruth to make the sacrifice for her.As the situation in New York got worse she repeated her proposal.""Which Miss Anvoy declined?"
"Except as a formal trust."
"You mean except as committing herself legally to place the money?""On the head of the deserving object, the great man frustrated,"said Gravener."She only consents to act in the spirit of Sir Gregory's scheme.""And you blame her for that?" I asked with some intensity.
My tone couldn't have been harsh, but he coloured a little and there was a queer light in his eye."My dear fellow, if I 'blamed'
the young lady I'm engaged to I shouldn't immediately say it even to so old a friend as you." I saw that some deep discomfort, some restless desire to be sided with, reassuringly, approvingly mirrored, had been at the bottom of his drifting so far, and I was genuinely touched by his confidence.It was inconsistent with his habits; but being troubled about a woman was not, for him, a habit:
that itself was an inconsistency.George Gravener could stand straight enough before any other combination of forces.It amused me to think that the combination he had succumbed to had an American accent, a transcendental aunt and an insolvent father; but all my old loyalty to him mustered to meet this unexpected hint that I could help him.I saw that I could from the insincere tone in which he pursued: "I've criticised her of course, I've contended with her, and it has been great fun." Yet it clearly couldn't have been such great fun as to make it improper for me presently to ask if Miss Anvoy had nothing at all settled on herself.To this he replied that she had only a trifle from her mother--a mere four hundred a year, which was exactly why it would be convenient to him that she shouldn't decline, in the face of this total change in her prospects, an accession of income which would distinctly help them to marry.When I enquired if there were no other way in which so rich and so affectionate an aunt could cause the weight of her benevolence to be felt, he answered that Lady Coxon was affectionate indeed, but was scarcely to be called rich.She could let her project of the Fund lapse for her niece's benefit, but she couldn't do anything else.She had been accustomed to regard her as tremendously provided for, and she was up to her eyes in promises to anxious Coxons.She was a woman of an inordinate conscience, and her conscience was now a distress to her, hovering round her bed in irreconcilable forms of resentful husbands, portionless nieces and undiscoverable philosophers.
We were by this time getting into the whirr of fleeting platforms, the multiplication of lights."I think you'll find," I said with a laugh, "that your predicament will disappear in the very fact that the philosopher is undiscoverable."He began to gather up his papers."Who can set a limit to the ingenuity of an extravagant woman?""Yes, after all, who indeed?" I echoed as I recalled the extravagance commemorated in Adelaide's anecdote of Miss Anvoy and the thirty pounds.
