'
'But what can I do? He would not even see papa.'
'He would see you.'
'But he would not let me guide him in anything. I have been to him
twice, and he breaks out as if I were a bad woman.'
'Let him break out. What does it matter?'
'Am I to own to a falsehood, and such a falsehood?'
'Own to anything, and you will conquer him at once. That is what I
think. You will excuse what I say, Mrs Trevelyan.'
'Oh, Mr Glascock, you have been such a friend! What should we have done
without you!'
'You cannot take to heart the words that come from a disordered reason.
In truth, he believes no ill of you.'
'But he says so.'
'It is hard to know what he says. Declare that you will submit to him,
and I think that he will be softened towards you. Try to bring him back
to his own country. It may be that were he to die there, alone, the
memory of his loneliness would be heavy with you in after days.' Then,
having so spoken, he rushed off, declaring, with a forced laugh, that
Caroline Spalding would never forgive him.
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