"I hardly know what to do. No, I think not. He talks of coming down here to Greshamsbury."
"Who, Sir Louis?"
"Yes, Sir Louis. Greyson says that he will be down as soon as he can get out of his room."
"What! to this house?"
"What other house can he come to?"
"Oh, uncle! I hope not. Pray, pray do not let him come here."
"I cannot prevent it, my dear. I cannot shut my door on him."
They sat down to breakfast, and Mary gave him his tea in silence. "I am going over to Boxall Hill before dinner," said he. "Have you any message to send to Lady Scatcherd?"
"Message! no, I have no message; not especially: give her my love, of course," she said listlessly. And then, as though a thought had suddenly struck her, she spoke with more energy. "But, couldn't I go to Boxall Hill again? I should be so delighted."
"What! to run away from Sir Louis? No, dearest, we will have no more running away. He will probably also go to Boxall Hill, and he could annoy you much more there than he can here."