'
'But are you ready,--for a straightforward walk off to the church
before all the world? None of your private chaplains, such as Sir
Guy had at his command. Just the registrar, if there is nothing
better,--so that it be public before all the world.'
'I wish we could start this instant.'
'But we can't,--can we?'
'No, dear. So many things have to be settled.'
'And what have you settled on since you last spoke to me?'
'I have told your father everything.'
'Yes;--I know that. What good does that do? Father is not a Duke
of Omnium. No one supposed that he would object.'
'But he did,' said Silverbridge.
'Yes;--as I do,--for the same reason; because he would not have his
daughter creep in at a hole. But to your own father you have not
ventured to speak.' Then he told his story, as best he knew how.
It was not that he feared his father, but that he felt that the
present moment was not fit. 'He wishes you to marry that Lady
Mabel Grex,' she said. He nodded his head. 'And you will marry
her?'
'Never! I might have done so, had I not seen you.
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