In his daughter's
name he promised, but he would not bind himself. Would it not be
better that he should be absent? Now that the doing of the thing
was brought nearer to him so that he could see and feel its
details, he was disgusted by it. And yet it had answered so well
with his wife!
'Is Lord Popplecourt intimate with her?' Lady Mabel asked her
friend, Lord Silverbridge.
'I don't know. I am not.'
'Lady Cantrip seems to think a great deal about him.'
'I daresay. I don't.'
'Your father seems to like him.'
'That's possible too. They're going back to London together in the
governor's carriage. My father will talk high politics all the
way, and Popplecourt will agree with everything.'
'He isn't intended to--to--? You know what I mean.'
'I can't say that I do.'
'To cut out poor Frank.'
'It is quite possible.'
'Poor Frank!'
'You had a great deal better say poor Popplecourt!-or poor
governor, or poor Lady Cantrip.'
'But a hundred countesses can't make your sister marry a man she
doesn't like.'
'Just that. They don't go the right way about it.
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