'
'Of course I cannot. I am not such a child as to suppose that there are
many Mr Glascocks to come and run after me. And if there were ever so
many, papa, it would be no good. As you say, I have chosen for myself,
and I must put up with it. When I see the carriages going about in the
streets, and remember how often shall have to go home in an omnibus, I
do think about it a good deal.'
'I'm afraid you will think when it is too late.'
'It isn't that I don't like carriages, papa. I do like them; and pretty
dresses, and brooches, and men and women who have nothing to do, and
balls, and the opera; but I love this man, and that is more to me than
all the rest. I cannot help myself if it were ever so. Papa, you
mustn't be angry with me. Pray, pray, pray do not say that horrid word
again.'
This was the end of the interview. Sir Marmaduke found that he had
nothing further to say. Nora, when she reached her last prayer to her
father, referring to that curse with which he had threatened her, was
herself in tears, and was leaning on him with her head against his
shoulder.
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