" Then he rushed out into the Paragon, and
absolutely did throw his hat up in the air in his triumph.
CHAPTER XIII.
MRS. MOUNTJOY'S ANGER.
Florence, as she went home in the fly with her mother after the party at
which Harry had spoken to her so openly, did not find the little journey
very happy. Mrs. Mountjoy was a woman endowed with a strong power of
wishing rather than of willing, of desiring rather than of contriving;
but she was one who could make herself very unpleasant when she was
thwarted. Her daughter was now at last fully determined that if she ever
married anybody, that person should be Harry Annesley. Having once
pressed his arm in token of assent, she had as it were given herself
away to him, so that no reasoning, no expostulations could, she thought,
change her purpose; and she had much more power of bringing about her
purposed design than had her mother. But her mother could be obstinate
and self-willed, and would for the time make herself disagreeable.
Florence had assured her lover that everything should be told her mother
that night before she went to bed. But Mrs. Mountjoy did not wait to be
simply told. No sooner were they seated in the fly together than she
began to make her inquiries.
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