Now she was natural enough. 'No,--you can never
marry her. You could not show yourself after it in your clubs, or
in Parliament, or in the world. Come home, do you say? No, I will
not go to your home. It is not my home. Cold;--of course I am
cold;--cold through to the heart.'
'I cannot leave you alone here,' he said, for she had now turned
from him, and was walking with hurried steps and short turns on
the edge of the bank, which at this place was almost a precipice.
'You have left me,--utterly to the cold--more desolate than I am
here even though I should spend the night among the trees. But I
will go back, and will tell your father everything. If my father
were other than he is,--if my brother were better to me, you would
not have done this.'
'If you had a legion of brothers it would have been the same,' he
said, turning sharp upon her.
They walked on together, but without a word till the house was in
sight. Then she looked round on him, and stopped him on the path
as she caught his eye.' Silverbridge!' she said.
'Lady Mabel.
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