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But even that disparity was not now her strongest reason for feeling sure that she could not marry Roger Carbury. Within a week of the departure of Lady Carbury from the Manor House, Paul Montague returned, and returned as a still dear friend. He had promised before he went that he would not see Henrietta again for three months, but he would promise nothing further.
If fidelity in a wife be compatible with such friendship, if the married state does not exact from a woman the necessity of debarring herself from all friendly intercourse with any man except her lord, Lady Carbury was not faithless.
Roger, as he took his leave, thought that it would be impossible to be too hard upon Sir Felix Carbury. The next morning Lady Carbury was in her son's bedroom before he was up, and with incredible weakness told him that his cousin Roger was coming to lecture him. 'What the devil's the use of it? said Felix from beneath the bedclothes.
'She does not think so. She cannot think so. 'Then what must she be, to be here with you? And what must you be, to be here, in public, with such a one as she is? I don't know why I should trouble you or myself about it. People live now in a way that I don't comprehend. If this be your way of living, I have no right to complain. 'For God's sake, Carbury, do not speak in that way.
This happened some days after Mr Broune's proposal to Lady Carbury, more than a week since Marie had seen Sir Felix. As soon as Lord Nidderdale was gone she wrote again to Sir Felix begging that she might hear from him, and entrusted her letter to Didon. Lady Carbury had allowed herself two days for answering Mr Broune's proposition.
'Mamma, she said, 'I mean to write to Mr Montague and tell him that I have been unjust to him. 'Hetta, you must do nothing of the kind, said Lady Carbury, rising from her seat. 'Yes, mamma. I have been unjust, and I must do so. 'It will be asking him to come back to you. 'Yes, mamma: that is what I mean. I shall tell him that if he will come, I will receive him. I know he will come.
Since that she had seen him, indeed, but he had not said a word to press his suit, nor, as far as she knew, had he said a word to Mr Melmotte. But she had been very rigorous in declining the attentions of other suitors. She had made up her mind that she was in love with Felix Carbury, and she had resolved on constancy. But she had begun to tremble, fearing his faithlessness.
Then there were cards of invitation for Lady Carbury and her daughter, and also for Sir Felix. Roger, as he read his own note, handed the others over to Lady Carbury, and then asked her what she would wish to have done. The tone of his, voice, as he spoke, grated on her ear, as there was something in it of his former harshness. But she knew how to use her triumph. 'I should like to go, she said.
'When I walk about the old shrubberies at Carbury where we used to be together, I am always asking myself what chance there is of your walking there as the mistress. 'There is no chance. 'I am, of course, prepared to hear you say so. Well; good-bye, and may God bless you. The man had no poetry about him. He did not even care for romance.
He told me the other day that he was absolutely forced to buy second-hand clothes. 'How shocking! said Lady Carbury, holding up her hands. 'He didn't seem to be at all shocked at telling it. We have got to be quite friends. 'Will the bishop like to meet him? 'Why should not the bishop like to meet him? I've told the bishop all about him, and the bishop particularly wishes to know him.
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