Others there were, which tended to draw her from him, but she had never yet deliberately turned her back upon the young man.
So now, instead of answering bitterness with wrath, she spoke more gently than of wont.
"Don't take on in that way, you'll only have a headache to-morrow.

I can't promise to meet you regular, but you can write, and I'll let you know when I'm ready for a talk.

There now, won't that do ?" Christopher had to make it do, and presently accepted the conditions with tolerable grace.

Before they parted Polly even assured him that if ever there _was_ anyone else she would deal honestly with him and let him know.

This being as much as to say that he might still hope, Christopher cast away his thoughts of self-destruction, and went home with an appetite for a late supper.
Two months elapsed before anything of moment occurred in the relations thus established.