'If so, I am sorry for the young lady,' said Mrs Finn.
'Don't you think that one always has to be sorry for the young
ladies? Young ladies generally have a bad time of it. Did you
ever hear of a gentleman who always had to roll a stone to the top
of a hill, but it would always come back on him?'
'That gentleman I believe never succeeded,' said Mrs Finn. 'The
young ladies sometimes do, I suppose.'
In the meantime Isabel and Silverbridge were among the ruins
together. 'This is where the old Pallisers used to be buried,' he
said.
'Oh, indeed. And married, I suppose.'
'I daresay. They had a priest of their own, no doubt, which must
have been convenient. This block of a fellow without any legs is
supposed to represent Sir Guy. He ran away with half-a-dozen
heiresses, they say. I wish things were as easily done now.'
'Nobody should have to run away with me. I have no idea of going
on such a journey except on terms of equality,--just step and step
alike.' Then she took hold of his arm and put out one foot. 'Are
you ready?'
'I am very willing.
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