? ? ? ? "There is no use in staying here; I must be off."
? ? ? ? "Are you going back to town?"
? ? ? ? "No--to Combe Magna. I have business there; from thence to town in a day or two. Good bye."
? ? ? ? He held out his hand. She could not refuse to give him hers's;--he pressed it with affection.
? ? ? ? "And you DO think something better of me than you did?"--said he, letting it fall, and leaning against the mantel-piece as if forgetting he was to go.
? ? ? ? Elinor assured him that she did;--that she forgave, pitied, wished him well--was even interested in his happiness--and added some gentle counsel as to the behaviour most likely to promote it. His answer was not very encouraging.
? ? ? ? "As to that," said he, "I must rub through the world as well as I can. Domestic happiness is out of the question.
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