I'm going to try and like him better, just to please you.
But, Edward, you wouldn't want Juliet to marry--that sort of man? You
don't, do you?"
Fielding had stiffened almost imperceptibly. "It doesn't much matter what
I want," he said, after a moment. "It doesn't rest with me. Neither Dick
nor Juliet are likely to consult my feelings in the matter."
"I don't want her to throw herself away--like that," said Vera.
"I don't think you need be afraid," he said. "Juliet knows very well what
she is about. And Dick--well Dick's fool enough to sacrifice the heart
out of his body for the sake of that half-witted boy."
"How odd of him!" Vera said. "What a pity Robin ever lived to grow up!"
"He's been the ruin of Dick's life," the squire said forcibly. "He's
thrown away every chance he ever had on account of Robin. He doesn't
fit--if you like. He's absolutely out of his sphere and knows it. But
he'll never change it while that boy lives. That's the infernal part of
it. Nothing will move him." He stopped himself suddenly. "I mustn't
excite you, my dear, and this is a subject upon which I feel very
strongly. I can't expect you to sympathize because--" he smiled
whimsically--"well, mainly because you don't understand.
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