But it was impossible that they should separate without something having been said as to Mary's own lot. It would, perhaps, have been better that they should do so; but this was hardly within the compass of human nature.
"And Mary, you know, I shall be able to see you as often as I like;—you and Dr Thorne, too, when I have a house of my own."
Mary said nothing, but essayed to smile. It was but a ghastly attempt.
"You know how happy that will make me," continued Beatrice. "Of course mamma won't expect me to be led by her then: if he likes it, there can be no objection; and he will like it, you may be sure of that."
"You are very kind, Trichy," said Mary; but she spoke in a tone very different from that she would have used eighteen months ago.
"Why, what is the matter, Mary? Shan't you be glad to come to see us?"
"I do not know, dearest; that must depend on circumstances. To see you, you yourself, your own dear, sweet, loving face must always be pleasant to me."
"And shan't you be glad to see him?"
"Yes, certainly, if he loves you."
"Of course he loves me."