The divided man saw himself whole, if not happy in the ranks of
Diplomacy, with a resolute, frank, faithful woman (a lady of title)
loving him, to back him. Fortune shone ahead, and on the road he saw
where his deficiencies would be filled up by her. She was firm and open
--he irresolute and self-involved. Animal courage both possessed. Their
differences were so extreme that they met where they differed. It struck
him specially now that she would be like Day to his spirit in continued
intercourse. Young as he was he had wisdom to know the right meaning of
the word "helpmate." It was as if the head had dealt the heart a blow,
saying, "See here the lady thou art to serve." But the heart was a surly
rebel. Lady Charlotte was fully justified in retorting upon his last
question: "I think I also should ask, do you love me? It is not
absolutely imperative for the occasion or for the catastrophe, I merely
ask for what is called information."

And yet, despite her flippancy, which was partly designed to relieve his
embarrassment, her hand was moist and her eyes were singularly watchful.

"You who sneer at love!" He gave a musical murmur.

"Not at all. I think it a very useful part of the capital to begin the
married business upon."

"You unsay your own words."

"Not 'absolutely imperative,' I think I said, if I remember rightly."

"But I take the other view, Charlotte."