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She had almost begun to think that Mr Alf was too difficult of management to be of use to her. But Mr Broune was softer. Mr Broune had been very courteous to her lately; so much so that on one occasion she had almost feared that the 'susceptible old goose' was going to be a goose again.
Mr Broune, thinking of himself and his own circumstances, could see no reason why he should not be in love. 'I hope we know each other intimately at any rate, he said somewhat lamely. 'Oh, yes; and it is for that reason that I have come to you for advice. Had I been a young woman I should not have dared to ask you. 'I don't see that. I don't quite understand that.
Of course when struggles have to be made and hard work done, there will be little accidents. The lady who uses a street cab must encounter mud and dust which her richer neighbour, who has a private carriage, will escape. She would have preferred not to have been kissed; but what did it matter? With Mr Broune the affair was more serious.
'I should go, if it were only for the sake of showing that you did not consider yourself to be implicated in the matter. Lady Carbury did as she was advised, and took her daughter with her. 'Nonsense, said the mother, when Hetta objected; 'Mr Broune sees it quite in the right light.
Whether her hopes were realised, or, as human hopes never are realised, how far her content was assured, these pages cannot tell; but they must tell that, before the coming winter was over, Lady Carbury became the wife of Mr Broune and, in furtherance of her own resolve, took her husband's name.
No feeling of delicacy was shocked. What did it matter? No unpardonable insult had been offered; no harm had been done, if only the dear susceptible old donkey could be made at once to understand that that wasn't the way to go on! Without a flutter, and without a blush, she escaped from his arm, and then made him an excellent little speech. 'Mr Broune, how foolish, how wrong, how mistaken!
There was a homage in it, of which she did not believe any man to be capable, and which to her would be the more wonderful as being paid to herself. She thought so badly of men and women generally, and of Mr Broune and herself as a man and a woman individually, that she was unable to conceive the possibility of such a sacrifice.
He was, however, at the present moment better satisfied to be an invalid than to have to come out of his room and to meet the world. 'As to Melmotte, said Mr Broune, 'they say now that he is in some terrible mess which will ruin him and all who have trusted him. 'And the girl? 'It is impossible to understand it at all.
Her age shall be no secret to the reader, though to her most intimate friends, even to Mr Broune, it had never been divulged. She was forty-three, but carried her years so well, and had received such gifts from nature, that it was impossible to deny that she was still a beautiful woman.
Mr Broune, the way of whose life took him among many perils, who in the course of his work had to steer his bark among many rocks, was in the habit of thus auditing his daily account as he shook off sleep about noon, for such was his lot, that he seldom was in bed before four or five in the morning. On this Wednesday he found that he could not balance his sheet comfortably.
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