And yet he
loved her as well as he knew how to love any one, and, would she have
become his wife, would have treated her admirably. He had looked at it
all round, and could see no reason why he should not marry her. Like a
persevering man, he persevered; but as he did so, no glimmering of an
idea of Kamtchatka disturbed him.
But from this farther trouble Mrs. Mountjoy was able to save her
daughter. M. Grascour made his way into Mrs. Mountjoy's presence, and
there declared his purpose. He had been sent over on some question
connected with the literature of commerce, and had ventured to take the
opportunity of coming down to Cheltenham. He hoped that the truth of his
affection would be evinced by the journey. Mrs. Mountjoy had observed,
while he was making his little speech, how extremely well brushed was
his hat. She had observed, also, that poor Mr. Anderson's hat was in
such a condition as almost to make her try to smooth it down for him.
"If you make objection to my hat, you should brush it yourself," she had
heard Harry say to Florence, and Florence had taken the hat, and had
brushed it with fond, lingering touches.
"M. Grascour, I can assure you that she is really engaged," Mrs.
Mountjoy had said. M.
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