"
"Money! Yes, I dare say. It's very easy to want money but very hard
to get it. If you send clients away out of the office with a flea
in their ear I don't see how she's to have all manner of luxuries.
She ought to have come to me"
"I don't see that at all, my dear."
"If I'm to look after her she shall be said by me;--that's all.
I've done for her just as I have for my own and I'm not going to
have her turn up her nose at me directly she wants anything for
herself. I know what's fit for Mary, and it ain't fit that she
should go trapesing away to Cheltenham, doing nothing in that old
woman's parlour, and losing her chances for life. Who is to suppose
that Larry Twentyman will go on dangling after her in this way,
month after month? The young man wants a wife, and of course he'll
get one."
"You can't make her marry the man if she don't like him."
"Like him! She ought to be made to like him. A young man well off
as he is, and she without a shilling! All that comes from
Ushanting." It never occurred to Mrs. Masters that perhaps the very
qualities that had made poor Larry so vehemently in love with Mary
had come from her intercourse with Lady Ushant. "If I'm to have my
way she won't go a yard on the way to Cheltenham."
"I've told her she may go," said Mr. Masters, whose mind was
wandering back to old days,--to his first wife, and to the time
when he used to be an occasional guest in the big parlour at
Bragton.
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