' But still Lady Mary continued to talk about Tregear.
'I don't think papa has a right to treat me in this way,' she
said. 'He wouldn't be allowed to kill me, and this is killing me.'
'While there is life there is hope,' said Mrs Finn.
'Yes; while there is life there is hope. But one doesn't want to
grow old first.'
'There is no danger of that, Mary.'
'I feel very old. What is the use of life without something to
make it sweet? I am not even allowed to hear anything that he is
doing. If he were to ask me, I think I would go away with him
tomorrow.'
'He would not be foolish enough for that.'
'Because he does not suffer as I do. He has his borough, and his
public life, and a hundred things to think of. I have got nothing
but him. I know he is true;--quite as true as I am. But it is I
that have the suffering in all this. A man can never be like a
girl. Papa ought not to make me suffer like this.'
That took place on the Monday. On the Tuesday Mrs Finn received a
letter from her husband giving an account of the accident. 'As far
as I can learn,' he said, 'Silverbridge will write about it
tomorrow.
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