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I never could do it. Montague assured the great man that the delay was of no consequence. 'And I am so sorry to ask you into such a place as this. I had Brehgert in my room downstairs, and then the house is so knocked about! We get into a furnished house a little way off in Bruton Street to-morrow. Longestaffe lets me his house for a month till this affair of the dinner is over.
She had told her father that she was going to transfer herself to the Monograms for a time, not mentioning the proposed duration of her visit, and Mr Longestaffe, in his ambiguous way, had expressed himself glad that she was leaving the Melmottes. She did not think that she could go back to Grosvenor Square, although Mr Brehgert desired it.
'I don't suppose that Mr Brehgert knows what a gooseberry is. At that moment the letter was brought in, and Georgiana knew the writing. 'I suppose that's from Mr Brehgert, said Sophy. 'I don't think it matters much to you who it's from. She tried to be composed and stately, but the letter was too important to allow of composure, and she retired to read it in privacy. The letter was as follows:
'Mr Brehgert came to me, continued Croll, 'because one signature was wanting. It was very late, so I took them home with me. I said I'd bring them to you in the morning. They both knew that he had forged the documents, Brehgert and Croll; but how would that concern him, Melmotte, if these two friends had resolved together that they would not expose him?
That's the way we live, and you are as well used to it as I am. Mr Brehgert at present to me is like the butcher round the corner. Lady Monogram had the tickets safe under lock and key, or I think she would hardly have said this. 'He is not a bit like a butcher, said Miss Longestaffe, blazing up in real wrath. 'I did not say that he was.
When one has been going on for a dozen years trying to do something, and I have never had any secrets from you, then that you should turn round upon me and talk about love! Mamma, if you would help me I think I could still manage with Mr Brehgert. Lady Pomona shuddered. 'You have not got to marry him. 'It is too horrid. 'Who would have to put up with it? Not you, or papa, or Dolly.
But then he was the man who had wanted to marry Georgiana Longestaffe, and he was the man to whom Mr Longestaffe had been particularly uncivil. Then there arose necessities for the presence of Mr Brehgert in the house in which Melmotte had lately lived and had died.
The two ladies had breakfasted upstairs, and had only just met in the drawing-room when he came in. Georgiana trembled at first, but soon perceived that her father had as yet heard nothing of Mr Brehgert. She immediately told him that she proposed returning home on the following day. 'I am sick of the Melmottes, she said. 'And so am I, said Mr Longestaffe, with a serious countenance.
All this time Mr Longestaffe was necessarily detained in London while the three ladies of his family were living forlornly at Caversham. He had taken his younger daughter home on the day after his visit to Lady Monogram, and in all his intercourse with her had spoken of her suggested marriage with Mr Brehgert as a thing utterly out of the question.
Had they meant to take legal steps against him they would not have returned the forgeries to his own hands. Brehgert, he thought, would never tell the tale; unless there should arise some most improbable emergency in which he might make money by telling it; but he was by no means so sure of Croll.
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