"If I were sure that he were dying, why should I
trouble him?" she said again.
Lady Ushant found herself utterly unable to give any counsel to
such a condition of circumstances. Why should she be asked? This
young woman had her mother with her. Did her mother know all this,
and nevertheless bring her daughter to the house of a man who had
been so treated! "I really do not know what to say," she replied at
last.
"But I was determined that I would tell some one. I thought that
Mrs. Morton would have been here." Lady Ushant shook her head. "I
am glad she is not, because she was not civil to me when I was here
before. She would have said hard things to me,--though not perhaps
harder than I have deserved. I suppose I may still see him
to-morrow."
"Oh yes; he expects it"
"I shall not tell him now. I could not tell him if I thought he
were dying. If he gets better you must tell him all."
"I don't think I could do that, Miss Trefoil."
"Pray do;--pray do. I call upon you to tell him everything."
"Tell him that you will be married to Lord Rufford?"
"No;--not that. If Mr. Morton were well to-morrow I would have
him,--if he chose after what I have told you."
"You do love him then?"
"At any rate I like no one better."
"Not the young lord?"
"No! why should I like him? He does not love me.
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