When he was back at Matching he at once told his daughter what he
had arranged for her, and then there took place a prolonged
discussion both as to his view of her future life and as to her
own. 'You did tell her then about Mr Tregear?' she asked.
'As she is to have charge of you for a time I thought it best.'
'Perhaps it is. Perhaps--you were afraid.'
'No; I was not afraid, he said angrily.
'You need not be afraid. I shall do nothing elsewhere that I would
not do here, and nothing anywhere without telling you.'
'I know that I can trust you.'
'But, papa, I shall always intend to marry Mr Tregear.'
'No!' he exclaimed.
'Yes;--always. I want you to understand exactly how it is. Nothing
you can do can separate me from him.'
'Mary, that is very wicked.'
'It cannot be wicked to tell the truth, papa. I mean to try to do
all you tell me. I shall not see him, or write to him,--unless
there should be some very particular reason. And if I did see him,
or write to him I would tell you. And of course I should not think
of--of marrying without your leave.
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