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The heir of Tretton Park was, in her estimation, so great a man that very much was to be endured at his hands. The meeting between the two cousins was very long, and when Mrs. Mountjoy at last returned unannounced to the room she found her daughter in tears. "Oh, Florence, what is the matter?" asked her mother.
During the long hours of the subsequent night he discussed the whole matter with his daughter, and the upshot of his discussion was this: that he would withdraw his name from the business, and leave Mr. Barry to manage it. Mr. Barry might then act for either party as he pleased. All these things were not done at Tretton altogether unknown to Augustus Scarborough.
She had not yet given up all hope that Mountjoy might return, and that the affairs of Tretton might be made to straighten themselves. "Mamma, Mr. Annesley is here." "So I perceive, my dear." "I have come to your daughter to tell her how dearly I love her," said Harry, boldly. "Mr. Annesley, you should have come to me before speaking to my daughter." "Then I shouldn't have seen her at all."
But it is right that you should know that Merton wrote, by my instructions, to Mr. Grey early this morning, and has implored him to come to Tretton once again. There! I cannot say more than that now." Then he turned round on his couch, as was his custom, and was unassailable. Mr. Scarborough again sent for Mr. Grey, but a couple of weeks passed before he came.
But then his father was a marvellous man, whose character he was only beginning to understand. His father, he told himself, had, fortunately, taken it into his head to hate Augustus, and intended, in consequence, to strip Tretton and the property generally of all their outside personal belongings. Yes; he thought that, with such an object before him, he would certainly go and see Mr. Grey.
Barry came down to see him after Mountjoy had made his visit. It was now January, and the bargaining about the marriage had gone on for more than two months. The letter which he had received from the Squire of Tretton had moved him; but he had told himself that the property was his own, and that he had a right to enjoy it as he liked best.
He would leave Tretton on the following day, or on the day after, and intended at once to go abroad. "He is off for that place nigh to Italy where they have the gambling-tables," said the butler, on the following morning, to the valet who declared his master's intentions. "I shouldn't wonder, Mr. Stokes," said the valet.
He went down by the same train with Mr. Grey, "a great grind," as Mountjoy called it, when Mr. Grey proposed a departure at ten o'clock. Harry followed so as to reach Tretton only in time for dinner. "If I may venture to advise you," said Mr. Grey in the train, "I should do in this matter whatever my father asked me." Hereupon Mountjoy frowned. "He is anxious to make some provision for you."
And yet he knew that on no consideration would he acknowledge himself to have been wrong. It was still October when Harry Annesley went down to Buston, and the Mountjoys had just reached Brussels. Mr. Grey had made his visit to Tretton and had returned to London. Harry went home on an understanding, on the part of his mother, at any rate, that he should remain there till Christmas.
The squire had written to him a letter inviting him to Tretton, and telling him that it would be the best home for him till death should have put Tretton into other hands. Mountjoy had thought the matter over, sitting in the easy-chair in his brother's room, and had at last declined the invitation.
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