'Yes, I see now how this inequality may be made to trouble us,' she murmured, and continued in a low, sad whisper, 'I wouldn't have minded if they had lived far away.

Papa might have consented to an engagement between us if your connection had been with villagers a hundred miles off; remoteness softens family contrasts.

But he will not like--O Stephen, Stephen! what can I do ?' 'Do ?' he said tentatively, yet with heaviness.

'Give me up; let me go back to London, and think no more of me.' 'No, no; I cannot give you up! This hopelessness in our affairs makes me care more for you....I see what did not strike me at first.

Stephen, why do we trouble?
Why should papa object?
An architect in London is an architect in London.