“Shall we leave you now, dear; and speak of it again to-morrow morning, before he comes?” said Fanny.
“That will be the best,” said Mark. “Turn it in your mind every way to-night. Think of it when you have said your prayers—and, Lucy, come here to me;”—then, taking her in his arms, he kissed her with a tenderness that was not customary with him towards her. “It is fair,” said he, “that I should tell you this: that I have perfect confidence in your judgment and feeling; and that I will stand by you as your brother in whatever decision you may come to. Fanny and I both think that you have behaved excellently, and are both of us sure that you will do what is best. Whatever you do I will stick to you;—and so will Fanny.”
“Dearest, dearest Mark!”
“And now we will say nothing more about it till to-morrow morning,” said Fanny.
But Lucy felt that this saying nothing more about it till to-morrow morning would be tantamount to an acceptance on her part of Lord Lufton’s offer. Mrs. Robarts knew, and Mr. Robarts also now knew, the secret of her heart; and if, such being the case, she allowed Lord Lufton to come there with the acknowledged purpose of pleading his own suit, it would be impossible for her not to yield. If she were resolved that she would not yield, now was the time for her to stand her ground and make her fight.
“Do not go, Fanny; at least not quite yet,” she said.
“Well, dear?”
“I want you to stay while I tell Mark. He must not let Lord Lufton come here to-morrow.”
“Not let him!” said Mrs. Robarts.
Mr. Robarts said nothing, but he felt that his sister was rising in his esteem from minute to minute.