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When Roger suggested that she should take a few months to think of it, and her mother supported Roger's suggestion, she could say nothing stronger than that she was afraid that thinking about it would not do any good. Their first visit to Carbury had been made in September.
You have quarrelled with him too. It is not so? 'Certainly I have quarrelled with him. 'I am not curious; but perhaps you had better tell me of that. I know him so well that I can guess that he should give offence. He can be full of youthful ardour one day, and cautious as old age itself the next. But I do not suppose that there has been need for such caution with you. What is it, Miss Carbury?
But she was not sure that her mother had a right to know her thoughts, feeling as she did that she had so little sympathy from her mother. 'How do you intend to answer him? demanded Lady Carbury. 'I do not know that he will ask again. 'That is prevaricating. 'No, mamma; I do not prevaricate. It is unfair to say that to me. I do love him. There.
You and I are bad enough, but I don't think we're so heartless as Carbury. 'I don't think I'm heartless at all, said Dolly. 'I'm good-natured to everybody that is good-natured to me, and to a great many people who ain't.
But when, what the traveller called the breeding of the wild cat, showed itself; and when, having escaped from her, he thought of Hetta Carbury and of her breeding, he was fully determined that, let his fate be what it might, it should not be that of being the husband of Mrs Hurtle.
Already there were floating across his brain ideas of perpetuating his name in the person of some child of Hetta's, but with the distinct understanding that he and the child's father should never see each other. No more than twenty-four hours had intervened between the receipt of Paul's letter and that from Lady Carbury, but during those four-and-twenty hours he had almost forgotten Mrs Hurtle.
One doesn't want to break a butterfly on the wheel; especially a friendly butterfly. 'As to the friendship, it should be kept separate. That's my idea, said Mr Alf, moving away. 'I'll never forget what you've done for me, never! said Lady Carbury, holding Mr Broune's hand for a moment, as she whispered to him. 'Nothing more than my duty, said he, smiling.
He blurted out his assurance in the baldest and most incomplete manner, but still in such words as to leave no doubt. No; he had not said a word to her. He had intended to consult Roger Carbury himself, should have done so in a day or two, perhaps on that very day had not Roger spoken to him.
I have told him very plainly. Then Lady Carbury expressed herself satisfied for the moment, and left her daughter to her solitude.
Since Lady Carbury had, so devotedly, abstained from accepting his offer, Mr Broune had become almost sincerely attached to her. There was certainly between them now more of the intimacy of real friendship than had ever existed in earlier days. He spoke to her more freely about his own affairs, and even she would speak to him with some attempt at truth.
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