'Yes, sir.'
'And that friend of yours came in?'
'Yes, sir.'
'Do you not know what my wishes are?'
'Certainly I do;--but I could not help his coming. You do not
suppose that anybody had planned it?'
'I hope not.'
'It was simply an accident. Such an accident as must occur over
and over again,--unless Mary is to be locked up.'
'Who talks of locking anybody up? What right have you to speak in
that way?'
'I only meant that of course they will stumble across each other
in London.'
'I think I will go abroad,' said the Duke. He was silent for
awhile, and then repeated his words. 'I think I will go abroad.'
'Not for long I hope, sir.'
'Yes;--to live there. Why should I stay here? What good can I do
here? Everything I see and everything I hear is a pain to me.'
The young man of course could not but go back in his mind to the
last interview which he had had with his father, when the Duke had
been so gracious and apparently so well pleased.
'Is there anything else wrong,--except about Mary?' Silverbridge
asked.
'I am told Gerald owes about fifteen hundred pounds at Cambridge.
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