Lady
Cantrip had whispered to her daughter that such a marriage would
be suitable, and the daughter had hinted it to her husband. Lord
Cantrip of course was not in the dark. Lady Mabel had expressed a
hint on the matter to Miss Cass, who had not repudiated it. Even
Silverbridge had suggested to himself that something of the kind
might be in the wind, thinking that, if so, none of them knew very
much about his sister Mary. But Popplecourt himself was divinely
innocent. His ideas of marriage had as yet gone no farther than a
conviction that girls generally were things which would be pressed
on him, and against which he must arm himself with some shield.
Marriage would have to come, no doubt, but not the less was it his
duty to live as though it were a pit towards which he would be
tempted by female allurements. But that a net should be spread
over him here he was much too humble-minded to imagine.
'Very hot,' he said to Lady Mary.
'We found it warm in church today.'
'I dare say. I came down here with your brother in his hansom cab.
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