I must not stay here and help you
to thwart him--that would be ungrateful--and yet I can't take his side
against you. Master has got reasons why you should not marry Walter
Clifford, and--"
"He told me so himself," said Mary.
"Ah, but he didn't tell you his reasons."
"No."
"No more must I. But, Miss Mary, I'll tell you this. I know his reasons
well; his reasons why you should not marry Walter Clifford are my reasons
why you should marry no other man."
"Oh, nurse! oh, you dear, good angel!"
"So when friends differ like black and white, 'tis best to part. I'm
going to my sister Gilbert this afternoon, and to-morrow to my sister
Sally, at her hotel."
"Oh, nurse, must you? must you? I shall have not a friend to advise or
console me till Mr. Hope comes back. Oh, I hope that won't be long now."
Mrs. Easton dropped her hands upon her knees and looked at Mary Bartley.
"What, Miss Mary, would you go to Mr. Hope in such a matter as this?
Surely you would not have the face?"
"Not take my breaking heart to Mr.
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