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'That will be best, said Lady Carbury after a moment's thought. 'It is very good of you to let us go, and to send us. 'Of course you will do here just as you please, he replied. But there was still that tone in his voice which Lady Carbury feared.
He wrote back, or Miles Grendall did for him, a very plain note, accepting the honour of Lady Carbury's invitation. The great man came, and Lady Carbury took him under her immediate wing with a grace that was all her own.
The young priest had not hesitated to accept his neighbour's hospitality, having on one occasion laughingly protested that he should be delighted to dine at Carbury, as he was much in want of a dinner. He had accepted presents from the garden and the poultry yard, declaring that he was too poor to refuse anything.
The world was so far right. But for Henrietta Carbury the romance of life had already commenced in real earnest. There was another branch of the Carburys, the head branch, which was now represented by one Roger Carbury, of Carbury Hall.
Roger Carbury said well that it was very improbable that he and his cousin, the widow, should agree in their opinions as to the expedience of fortune-hunting by marriage. It was impossible that they should ever understand each other. To Lady Carbury the prospect of a union between her son and Miss Melmotte was one of unmixed joy and triumph.
There was considerable uneasiness in the bosoms of others of the Directors, and a disposition to complain against the Grand Director, arising from a grievance altogether different from that which afflicted Montague. Neither had Sir Felix Carbury nor Lord Nidderdale been invited to sell shares, and consequently neither of them had received any remuneration for the use of their names.
For in those days the great editor, when in presence of Lady Carbury, differed very much from that Mr Broune who used to squeeze her hand and look into her eyes. His manner with her had become so different that she regarded him as quite another person. She hardly dared to contradict him, and found herself almost compelled to tell him what she really felt and thought.
'No, Ruby; it ain't proper. 'You don't know what you're a doing of, aunt; you don't. You'll ruin me, you will. Dear Aunt Pipkin, do, do! I'll never ask again, if you don't like. Mrs Pipkin had not expected this, and was almost willing to yield. But Mr Carbury had spoken so very plainly! 'It ain't the thing, Ruby; and I won't do it. 'And I'm to be a prisoner! What have I done to be a prisoner?
I've no doubt they'll ask us on Tuesday or Wednesday, and if you like we will go. 'I know they are to have guests, said Lady Carbury. 'What guests? 'The Melmottes are coming to them. Lady Carbury, as she made the announcement, felt that her voice and countenance and self-possession were failing her, and that she could not mention the thing as she would any matter that was indifferent to her.
But Roger had immediately returned to Suffolk, and the poor mother in want of assistance and consolation turned naturally to Mr Broune, who came to see her for a few minutes almost every evening. It had now become almost a part of Mr Broune's life to see Lady Carbury once in the day.
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