He didn't say what about, but of course we
know. (His lordship fidgets.) (With feeling.) It was good of you to
tell him, father. Oh, it is horrible to me--(covering her face). It
seemed so natural at the time.
LORD LOAM (petulantly). Never again make use of that word in this
house, Mary.
LADY MARY (with an effort). Father, Brocklehurst has been so loyal
to me for these two years that I should despise myself were I to
keep my--my extraordinary lapse from him. Had Brocklehurst been a
little less good, then you need not have told him my strange little
secret.
LORD LOAM (weakly). Polly--I mean Mary--it was all Crichton's fault,
he--
LADY MARY (with decision). No, father, no; not a word against him
though. I haven't the pluck to go on with it; I can't even
understand how it ever was. Father, do you not still hear the surf?
Do you see the curve of the beach?
LORD LOAM. I have begun to forget--(in a low voice). But they were
happy days; there was something magical about them.
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