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Before the end of August Sir Felix, with Mr and Mrs Blake and the young Blakes, had embarked from Hull for Hamburg, having extracted at the very hour of parting a last five pound note from his foolish mother. 'It will be just enough to bring him home, said Mr Broune with angry energy when he was told of this.
Lady Carbury had at first opposed the scheme. Terribly difficult as was to her the burden of maintaining her son, she could not endure the idea of driving him into exile. But Mr Broune was very obstinate, very reasonable, and, as she thought, somewhat hard of heart. 'What is to be the end of it then? he said to her, almost in anger.
I never mention Mr Montague's name if I can help it, and I should not have spoken of Mr Broune, had you not asked me. Georgiana Longestaffe had now been staying with the Melmottes for a fortnight, and her prospects in regard to the London season had not much improved.
'That is so little, said Lady Carbury. She was really very fond of Mr Broune, but at the present moment she was obliged to humour Mr Alf. 'It seems to me that no man can be better qualified to sit in Parliament than an editor of a newspaper, that is if he is capable as an editor. 'No one, I think, has ever doubted that of you.
No doubt she has been advised by Mr Broune, and Mr Broune seems to be a prudent man. And about your mother herself, I hope that she may now be comfortable. But I was not alluding to Felix and your mother. I was thinking of you and of myself. 'I hope that you will never have any troubles. 'I have had troubles. I mean to speak very freely to you now, dear.
Her opinion of herself was so poor, she had become so sick of her own vanities and littlenesses and pretences, that she could not understand that such a man as this should in truth want to make her his wife. At this moment she thought less of herself and more of Mr Broune than either perhaps deserved.
And Lady Carbury's heart was high with other hopes, in spite of her hysterics and her fears. The 'Criminal Queens' might be a great literary success. She almost thought that it would be a success. Messrs. Leadham and Loiter, the publishers, were civil to her. Mr Broune had promised.
I have striven so hard to be proper; but when girls read everything, why should not an old woman write anything? Mr Broune was a man powerful in his profession, and he was fond of ladies. Lady Carbury in her letter had called herself an old woman, but she was satisfied to do so by a conviction that no one else regarded her in that light.
The maintenance was, indeed, again doubtful, because of her son's vices; but it might so probably be again secured, by means of her son's beauty! Hetta had said that Mr Broune liked his own way. Had not she herself found that all men liked their own way? And she liked her own way. She liked the comfort of a home to herself. Personally she did not want the companionship of a husband.
'Mr Broune, she said, 'I did not think that you would take advantage of the confidence I have placed in you to annoy me in this way. 'To annoy you, Lady Carbury! The phrase at any rate is singular. After much thought I have determined to ask you to be my wife. That I should be annoyed, and more than annoyed by your refusal, is a matter of course.
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