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The doctor nearly sprang out of his chair with surprise, but an insecure foothold made the chair jump instead. "But it's impossible it's impossible!" he cried. "How could Mrs. Marrable have a sister alive and not know it?" "That is what I am going to explain to you, Dr. Nash. And Sir Cropton Fuller will have to wait, as you said." "But the thing's impossible in itself. Only look at this!..."
Mary, of course, would not hear of it, and said that she should just as soon think of taking the house; but Miss Marrable had thought that it would, perhaps, not be well for a girl so well-born as Miss Lowther to go out visiting without a maid.
It had never occurred to him that he need not go to India, because he would probably outlive four old gentlemen and become Sir Walter Marrable and owner of Dunripple. Nor would he have looked at the matter in that light now had not his cousin forced the matter upon him. Not a word was said to him at Dunripple about Mary Lowther, but very many words were said about his own condition.
Adrian, blind for life, was one thing; but to call such a peerless creature wife, and have eyes to see her! A line must be drawn, somewhere! "We must hope," said Granny Marrable, as soon as a working eyesight was fairly installed in each one's image of Mr. Torrens, "that he may prove himself worthy." Said Widow Thrale: "'Tis no ways hard to guess which her ladyship would choose.
Nevertheless, he was a kindly-hearted, good, sincere old man, not very bright, indeed, nor peculiarly fitted for preaching the gospel, but he was much liked, and he kept a curate, though his income out of the living was small. Now it so happened that Captain Marrable, Walter Marrable, came to stay with his uncle the parson about the same time that Mary Lowther returned to Loring.
Gilmore, she had doubted whether she was capable of loving a man, of loving him as Janet Fenwick loved her husband. Now she would not admit to herself that any woman that ever lived adored a man more thoroughly than she adored Walter Marrable. It was sweet to her to see and to remember the motions of his body. When walking by his side she could hardly forbear to touch him with her shoulder.
"And where else did you go?" said the Earl, to re-rail the conversation. "And what else did you see?" "Mrs. Picture was knocking up," said Gwen. "So we didn't see so much as we might have done. We left a parcel from Cousin Clo at Goody Marrable's, and then came home as fast as we could pelt. You know Goody Marrable, mamma?" "Oh dear, yes! I went there with Clo, and she gave us her strong-tea."
He therefore took some trouble to let the ladies at Uphill know that Captain Marrable had been received very graciously at Dunripple; that he was making himself very happy there, hunting, shooting, and forgetting his old troubles; that it was understood that he was to be recognised as the heir; and that there was a young lady in the case, the favourite of Sir Gregory.
He was encouraged to hunt. There was shooting for him if he wished it. Even the servants about the place, the gamekeeper, the groom, and the old butler, seemed to have recognised him as the heir. There would have been so comfortable an escape from the dilemma into which his father had brought him, had he not made his visit to Loring. "Why not?" demanded Gregory Marrable.
Mary knew well enough that she had told her aunt nothing of her renewed engagement with her cousin; but she could not bring herself at once to utter a song of triumph, as she would have done had she blurted out all her story. Not a word was said about either lover till they were seated together in the evening. "What you tell me about Mr. Gilmore has made me so unhappy," said Miss Marrable, sadly.
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