It was natural that
there should have been such plaints. The same suffering must be
encountered in regard to Tregear and his daughter. In every way he
had been thwarted. In every direction he was driven to yield. And
yet now he had to undergo rebuke from his own son, because one of
the inward plaints would force itself from his lips! Of course
this girl was to be taken among the Pallisers and treated with an
idolatrous love,--as perfect as though 'all the blood of all the
Howards' were running in her veins. What further inch of ground
was there for a fight? And if the fight were over, why should he
rob his boy of one sparkle from the joy of his triumph?
Silverbridge was now standing before him abashed by that plaint,
inwardly sustained no doubt by the conviction of his great
success, but subdued by his father's wailing. 'However,--perhaps we
had better let that pass,' said the Duke, with a long sigh. Then
Silverbridge took his father's hand, and looked up in his face. 'I
most sincerely hope that she may make you a good and loving wife,'
said the Duke, 'and that she may do her duty by you in that not
easy sphere of life to which she will be called.
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