"
"What can you do, Harry?"
"Go and tell her so. Make her understand that she should put herself
into my hands at once, and that I could protect her."
"Take her away from her mother by force?" said Mrs. Annesley, with
horror.
"If she were once married her mother would think no more about it. I
don't believe that Mrs. Mountjoy has any special dislike to me. She
thinks of her own nephew, and as long as Florence is Florence Mountjoy
there will be for her the chance. I know that he has no chance; and I
don't think that I ought to leave her there to be bullied for some
endless period of time. Think of three years,--of dooming a girl to live
three years without ever seeing her lover! There is an absurdity about
it which is revolting. I shall go down to-morrow and see if I cannot put
a stop to it." To this the mother could make no objection, though she
could express no approval of a project under which Florence was to be
made to marry without her mother's consent.
CHAPTER LX.
MR. SCARBOROUGH IS BURIED.
When Mr. Scarborough died, and when he had been buried, his son Mountjoy
was left alone at Tretton, living in a very desolate manner. Till the
day of the funeral, Merton, the doctor, had remained with him and his
aunt, Miss Scarborough; but when the old squire had been laid in his
grave they both departed.
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