"Then you will help me?"
"What! against your father?"
"Against! no, not against anybody. But will you tell Mary that she has your consent?"
"I think she knows that."
"But you have never said anything to her."
"Look here, Frank; you ask me for my advice, and I will give it you: go home; though, indeed, I would rather you went anywhere else."
"No, I must go home; and I must see her."
"Very well, go home: as for seeing Mary, I think you had better put it off for a fortnight."
"Quite impossible."
"Well, that's my advice. But, at any rate, make up your mind to nothing for a fortnight. Wait for one fortnight, and I then will tell you plainly—you and her too—what I think you ought to do. At the end of a fortnight come to me, and tell the squire that I will take it as a great kindness if he will come with you. She has suffered, terribly, terribly; and it is necessary that something should be settled. But a fortnight more can make no great difference."