This it was that had come of Ushanting.
The girl had been made fit to be the companion of such a one as
Reginald Morton, and had now fallen into the position which was
suited to her. "Of course we shall see nothing of you now," she
said in a whimpering voice. It was not a gracious speech, but it
was almost justified by disappointments.
"Mamma, you know that I shall never separate myself from you and
the girls."
"Poor Larry!" said the woman sobbing. "Of course it is all for the
best; but I don't know what he'll do now."
"You must tell him, papa," said Mary; "and give him my love and bid
him be a man."
CHAPTER XVIII
"Bid him be a Man"
"The little phaeton remained in Dillsborough to take Mary back to
Bragton. As soon as she was gone the attorney went over to the Bush
with the purpose of borrowing Runciman's pony, so that he might
ride over to Chowton Farm and at once execute his daughter's last
request. In the yard of the inn he saw Runciman himself, and was
quite unable to keep his good news to himself. "My girl has just
been with me," he said, "and what do you think she tells me?"
"That she is going to take poor Larry after all. She might do
worse, Mr. Masters."
"Poor Larry! I am sorry for him. I have always liked Larry
Twentyman. But that is all over now."
"She's not going to have that tweedledum young parson, surely?"
"Reginald Morton has made her a set offer.
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