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She tilted her head, setting the loose curl free again. “Are you doing what you wish?”
Doing what he wished? No, of course he wasn’t.
Right
now he wished he could make her smile as she had when giving away her
gloves. He wished he could dispense with his conscience and plead for
her to take him as a lover. He wished he could pluck the pins from her
sunset hair and send it tumbling over her naked skin, wished he could
stop kissing her only to make her cry out in pleasure.
But
always, in the face of a wish, came prosaic reality. A scarred wooden
table, a plate of mutton and potatoes, a wedge of cheese. An adequate
fire and a roof over one’s head. Such a reality was perfectly
acceptable, even if it didn’t hold the luster of a gemlike fantasy.
“I
try to wish,” he said in a calm voice, “for what I know I might attain.
For respectable employment for a reasonable wage. For a reasonable
employer.”
This brought a faint smile to her features, but the expression fell away in another instant. “That seems a very small dream.”
“What on earth do you mean by that? It’s a very suitable dream.”
“But it’s not really a dream, is it? It’s what you have now, just shuffled about a bit.”
Again,
he folded his arms. She lifted her hands, placating. “As you say, it’s
perfectly suitable. And if you insist that it’s exactly what you want,
then I suppose it is a dream, after all.”
Of course it
wasn’t a dream. It was good sense. It was practicality. “I don’t know
what else I ought to wish for. This is my life. I am a man of business
for a nobleman.” Remembering Chatfield’s words, he added, “I am not in
bodily danger, nor in mortal peril. It could be far worse.”
“It could be. But if you want it to be better...”
“Not everyone is fortunate enough to be able to buy happiness.”
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