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He had told no stories against his rival, whether true or false. He had been so scrupulous that he had refused to say a word at all. And if any false impression had been made on Hetta's mind, either by circumstances or by untrue words, had not Montague deserved any evil that might fall upon him?
He was, however, determined that he would still make further struggles. He had, he felt, to contend with many difficulties. Mrs Hurtle, Roger Carbury, and Hetta's mother were, he thought, all inimical to him. Mrs Hurtle, though she had declared that she would not rage as a lioness, could hardly be his friend in the matter. Roger had repeatedly declared his determination to regard him as a traitor.
Hetta sat on one side of the fire, close to the table, having that side to herself. There she sat always busy. She must have made every dress and bit of linen worn in the house, and hemmed every sheet and towel, so busy was she always. Sometimes, once in a week or so, Phineas Beckard would come in, and then place was made for him between Hetta's usual seat and the table.
She had not known how stern and how enduring her daughter could be. 'Hetta, she said, 'why don't you speak to me? On this very day it was Hetta's purpose to visit Mrs Hurtle at Islington. She had said no word of her intention to any one. She had chosen the Friday because on that day she knew her mother would go in the afternoon to her publisher. There should be no deceit.
I won't agree to that; would you? Hetta had not come there to preach disobedience, but could not fail to remember at the moment that she was not disposed to obey her mother in an affair of the same kind. 'What does he say, dear? Hetta's message was to be conveyed in three words, and when those were told, there was nothing more to be said. 'It must all be over, Miss Melmotte.
On receipt of a message from his American correspondent he had gone down to Liverpool, and had there awaited Fisker's arrival, taking counsel with his friend Mr Ramsbottom. In the meantime Hetta's letter was lying at the Beargarden, Paul having written from his club and having omitted to desire that the answer should be sent to his lodgings.
If you meant to marry her you must have loved her. There was a frown upon Hetta's brow and a tone of anger in her voice which made Paul uneasy. 'Yes; I loved her once; but I will tell you all. Then he did tell his story, with a repetition of which the reader need not be detained.
"Of course you're a competent judge!" had been Hetta's retort. "I mean that I like it better," said Susan. "It's well that all people don't think alike," replied Hetta. And then there was a deal of talking.
That he would never marry he was quite sure. Indeed he was prepared to settle Carbury on Hetta's eldest boy on condition that such boy should take the old name. He would never have a child whom he could in truth call his own.
There came over the face of the other girl a stern hard look, as though she had resolved at the moment to throw away from her all soft womanly things. And she relaxed her hold on Hetta's waist. 'Oh, my dear, I do not mean to be cruel, but you ask me for the truth. 'Yes; I did. 'Men are not, I think, like girls. 'I suppose not, said Marie slowly.
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