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He paused for a moment and then asked a straightforward question, very quickly "You have never thought of any one yet, I suppose?" Silverbridge had thought very much of somebody. He was quite aware that he had almost made an offer to Lady Mabel. She certainly had not given him any encouragement; but the very fact that she had not done so allured him the more.
He therefore waited on a certain morning till Lopez had come down, having previously desired his daughter to leave the room. "Lopez," he asked, "what is this that the newspapers are saying about your expenses at Silverbridge?" Lopez had expected the attack and had endeavoured to prepare himself for it.
Then Miss Cassewary spoke her opinion very plainly. "If Lord Silverbridge had nobody worse about him than Mr. Tregear he would not come to much harm." "I suppose he's not very well off." "No; certainly not. He will have a property of some kind, I believe, when his mother dies. I think very well of Mr. Tregear; only I wish that he had a profession. But why are you asking about him, Lady Cantrip?"
Struck by serious reflections of this nature he did open his mind to Tregear. "I am very fond of Tifto," he said, "but I don't know whether he's just the sort of fellow to take down to an election." "I should think not," said Tregear very decidedly. "He's a very good fellow, you know," said Silverbridge. "I don't know an honester man than Tifto anywhere." "I dare say. Or rather, I don't dare say.
Crawley was slowly regaining her strength very slowly, and with frequent caution from the Silverbridge doctor that any attempt at being well too fast might again precipitate her into an abyss of illness and domestic inefficiency. "I really think I can get about to-morrow," said she; "and then, dear Lucy, I need not keep you longer from your home."
She had been conversant with everything about them, from the boys' bills and the girl's gloves to the innermost turn in the heart and the disposition of each. She had known with the utmost accuracy the nature of the scrapes into which Lord Silverbridge had precipitated himself, and had known also how probable it was that Lord Gerald would do the same.
Lupton went, and poor Dolly got away apparently without a word. But the Beeswaxes and the Gotobeds would not go, and the poet sat staring immovably. In the meanwhile Silverbridge endeavoured to make the time pass lightly by talking to Mrs. Boncassen. He had been so determined to accept Isabel with all her adjuncts that he had come almost to like Mrs.
Du Boung," said Tregear. Whereupon Lord Silverbridge bowed. "And now what are we to do?" said Lord Silverbridge. Then there was a little whispering between Mr. Sprout and Mr. Sprugeon. "Perhaps, Mr. Du Boung," said Sprugeon, "his Lordship had better call first on Dr. Tempest." "Perhaps," said the injured brewer, "as it is to be a party affair after all I had better retire from the scene."
"We thought him an ass at Eton." "He has done pretty well, however." "Oh yes, in a way." "Somebody has told me that he is a careful man about his property." "I believe he is all that," said Silverbridge. "Then I don't see why you should think him a fool." To this Silverbridge made no reply; partly perhaps because he had nothing to say, but hindered also by the coming in of Tregear.
Then he went out and put on his wrapper, and got into his dog-cart, and drove himself off to Silverbridge. He had not spoken to his father since they were in the dining-room on the previous evening. When he started, the marchioness had not yet come downstairs; but at eleven she breakfasted, and at twelve she also was taken away. Poor Mrs Grantly had not had much comfort from her children's visits.
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