He looked older, and not happy. He knew the
boy wanted to talk about Natalie's opposition, but was hoping that
he would broach the subject. And Clayton rather grimly refused to
do it. Those next weeks would show how much of the man there was
in Graham, but the struggle must be between his mother and himself.
He paused, finally.
Marion was singing.
"Give me your love for a day;
A night; an hour.
If the wages of sin are Death
I'm willing to pay."
She sang it in her clear passionless voice. Brave words, Clayton
thought, but there were few who would pay such wages. This girl at
the piano, what did she know of the thing she sang about? What did
any of the young know?
They always construed love in terms of passion. But passion was
ephemeral. Love lived on. Passion took, but love gave.
He roused himself.
"Have you told Marion about the new arrangement?"
"I didn't know whether you cared to have it told."
"Don't you think she ought to know? If she intends to enter the
family, she has a right to know that she is not marrying into great
wealth.
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