"Till March!"
"So her ladyship whispered to me. She could not conceal her triumph at his coming. He's going to give up Leicestershire this year altogether. I wonder what has brought it all about?" Mark knew very well what had brought it about; he had been made acquainted, as the reader has also, with the price at which Lady Lufton had purchased her son's visit. But no one had told Mrs. Robarts that the mother had made her son a present of five thousand pounds.
"She's in a good-humor about every thing now," continued Fanny, "so you need say nothing at all about Gatherum Castle."
"But she was very angry when she first heard it, was she not?"
"Well, Mark, to tell the truth, she was; and we had quite a scene there up in her own room up stairs—Justinia and I. She had heard something else that she did not like at the same time; and then—but you know her way. She blazed up quite hot."
"And said all manner of horrid things about me?"
"About the duke she did. You know she never did like the duke; and, for the matter of fact, neither do I. I tell you that fairly, Master Mark!"
"The duke is not so bad as he's painted."
"Ah! that's what you say about another great person. However, he won't come here to trouble us, I suppose. And then I left her, not in the best temper in the world; for I blazed up too, you must know."
"I am sure you did," said Mark, pressing his arm round her waist.
"And then we were going to have a dreadful war, I thought; and I came home and wrote such a doleful letter to you. But what should happen, when I had just closed it, but in came her ladyship—all alone, and— But I can't tell you what she did or said, only she behaved beautifully; just like herself too; so full of love, and truth, and honesty. There's nobody like her, Mark; and she's better than all the dukes that ever wore—whatever dukes do wear."
"Horns and hoofs; that's their usual apparel, according to you and Lady Lufton," said he, remembering what Mr. Sowerby had said of himself.
"You may say what you like about me, Mark, but you
