Chapter 26 third quarter

I don't know what usually happens when a man proposes. According to the novel's incorruptibility, the hero will be dry-lipped and sympathetically nervous. I don't feel that way at all, just a good idea and want to fix it as soon as possible.I feel nothing to be ashamed of. Around eleven o'clock, I went directly to Symington's house, and Rose came to open the door, and I said I wanted to see Megan. For the first time, Rose's knowing eyes made me feel a little embarrassed. She put me in the living room, where I waited for my refresher, hoping uneasily that they hadn't bothered Megan.

As soon as the door opened, I turned around and felt a lot more relaxed. Megan didn't show any anxiety or shyness.She still had the same shiny gray hair and yesterday's new-found self-respect and the same old clothes, but she tried to make them look different.It's incredible that a girl will change so much after she understands her own attractiveness. It dawned on me that Megan had grown up. I figured I must have been nervous, or I wouldn't have started with "Hi! Catfish!" because it really didn't feel like a lover's greeting in this situation. Megan thought it was appropriate, she smiled and said, "Hi!"

"Tell me," I said, "you didn't get scolded for yesterday, did you?" Megan said in a positive tone: "Oh, no!" Then he blinked and said vaguely: "I think maybe there is, I mean, they said a lot of things, as if they thought we were weird-but then you get to know people, and you know that they often It will make a fuss and make a fuss." I'm so happy to see this attitude from Meghan. "I came this morning," I said, "to make a suggestion. You know I like you very much, and I think you like me too—" "I like it so much." Megan said enthusiastically.

"We got on really well together, so I thought it would be nice if we got married." "Oh," Megan said. She looked surprised, that's all, she wasn't frightened or shocked, it was just an accident. "You mean you really want to marry me?" She seemed to want to make that point clear. "It's the one thing I desire most in the world," I replied sincerely. "You mean, you're in love with me?" "I'm in love with you." With steady, serious eyes, she said to me, "I think you're the nicest person in the world—but I don't love you."

"I will make you love me." "That won't work. I don't want to be passive to love someone." She paused, then said seriously, "I'm not suitable to be your wife. It's better to hate me than love me." There was a strange enthusiasm in her tone. I said: "Hate cannot last, love is eternal." "Really?" "I believe it is true." We were silent for a while, and then I said, "Looks like you answered 'no'?" "yes." "Don't you encourage me to keep a little hope?" "What good is that?"

"It's not good," I agreed. "It's actually redundant—because then I'll be waiting for a positive answer from you." Anyway, that's how it turned out. I was still a little dizzy when I walked out of the house, but I couldn't help feeling annoyed that Rose was staring at me behind my back with funny, curious eyes. But before I could leave, Rose opened her mouth and started talking. Said she could never feel the same way after that dreadful incident, and would never have stayed had it not been for the poor boy and Mr Symington; had it not been for their promise to get another maid as soon as possible, She wouldn't be unable to stay -- but in the immediate aftermath of the murder, it was impossible for them to find a maid, and Miss Holland said she would help with the housework, which was great.

She is kind and conscientious—but, but that's because she thinks she will be the mistress of the family one day.But everyone knows the widower, poor and helpless, an easy prey to a woman who is premeditated.But if Miss Helan hadn't replaced the dead mistress, nothing would have happened. I hurried away, reluctantly nodding in agreement with what she said, but Rose held my hat firmly and poured out her dissatisfaction. I don't know if what she said is true, Elsie Holland really wants to be the second Mrs. Symmington?Or is she just a noble and kind girl who tries her best to take care of her husband and wife?

Whether it is the former or the latter, the result may be the same.And, why not?Symington's two younger children needed a mother, and Elsie was not only very pretty but the right kind of woman--a woman that men certainly admire, even Symington's kind. I've thought so much, I know, just wish I could forget about Megan for a while. You might say that my proposal to Meghan was so sudden and presumptuous that I now deserved it - but that's not quite the case.Because I thought that Megan already belonged to me completely, and taking care of her, making her happy and free from any harm was the goal of my life. I thought she would be like me, thinking that we belonged to each other, so there was a marriage proposal move.

But I'm not going to give up, no!Absolutely not!Megan is my woman and I must have her. After thinking about it for a while, I decided to go to Symington's office.Megan may not care about other people's criticism of her, but I must make it clear. The clerk told me that Symington was available and took me into a room. Simmington kept his mouth shut, looking more serious than usual, and I thought I must be very unwelcome at this moment. "Morning," I said, "I didn't come to see you today on business, it's a personal matter. Let's get straight to the point, I believe you must understand, I'm in love with Megan. I proposed to her, she I declined, but I won't just give up like this."

I noticed that Mr. Symmington's expression changed, and it was easy to see what he was thinking.In his family, Megan was a prominent and discordant element.I am sure he was a man of integrity and kindness, and it would never have occurred to him not to let his dead wife's daughter live with him, but he would find it a great relief if she could marry. He smiled at me pale and wary as the frozen halibut thawed. "Honestly, Burton, I never thought it would happen. I know people pay attention to her, but we've always treated her like a child." "She's not a child," I said curtly.

"Yes, yes, certainly not in terms of age." "She's going to grow up anytime she's given the chance," I said, still a little annoyed. "I know she's not an adult mentally yet, but she will be in a month or two. You need to know I'll let you know everything about me. I'm rich and I live a decent life and I'll take care of her and do everything in my power to make her happy." "Yes—yes, but it all depends on Megan's own opinion." "Sooner or later she'll figure it out," I said. "I just wanted to be clear with you first." He expressed his gratitude, and we parted politely.