"You're in love with each other, and the
whole flat knows it; and you two have been living here side by side year
in and year out, and you've never said a word to each other. It's all
nonsense. Now, I want you should go right in and speak to her just as
soon as she comes home, and say you've come into money and you want her
to marry you."
"Impossible--impossible!" exclaimed the old Englishman, alarmed and
perturbed. "It's quite out of the question. I wouldn't presume."
"Well, do you love her, or not?"
"Really, Mrs. McTeague, I--I--you must excuse me. It's a matter so
personal--so--I--Oh, yes, I love her. Oh, yes, indeed," he exclaimed,
suddenly.
"Well, then, she loves you. She told me so."
"Oh!"
"She did. She said those very words."
Miss Baker had said nothing of the kind--would have died sooner than
have made such a confession; but Trina had drawn her own conclusions,
like every other lodger of the flat, and thought the time was come for
decided action.
"Now you do just as I tell you, and when she comes home, go right in and
see her, and have it over with. Now, don't say another word. I'm going;
but you do just as I tell you."
Trina turned about and went down-stairs.
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