Fanning he will tell you
the same." Dr. Fanning was the London doctor who came down once a
week, whom it was improbable that Reginald should have an
opportunity of consulting. But he remembered or thought that he
remembered, that his cousin had been fretful and ill-pleased during
his last visit, and so turned himself round and went home without
another word.
"I am afraid there may be--I don't know what," said Lady Ushant to
him in a whisper the next morning.
"What do you mean?"
"I don't know what I mean. Perhaps I ought not to say a word. Only
so much does depend on it!"
"If you are thinking about the property, aunt, wipe it out of your
mind. Let him do what he pleases and don't think about it. No one
should trouble their minds about such things. It is his, to do what
he pleases with it."
"It is not him that I fear, Reginald."
"If he chooses to be guided by her, who shall say that he is wrong?
Get it out of your mind. The very thinking about such things is
dirtiness!" The poor old lady submitted to the rebuke and did not
dare to say another word.
Daily Lady Ushant would send over for Mary Masters, thinking it
cruel that her young friend should leave her alone and yet
understanding in part the reason why Mary did not come to her
constantly at Hoppet Hall. Poor Mary was troubled much by these
messages.
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