"Of course, George," she said, for she always called him George now,—"The Dean will try to have it all his own way."
"I am almost sorry that I ever mentioned my brother's name to him."
"She, I suppose, is ambitious," said Mrs. Houghton. 'She,' was intended to signify Mary.
"No. To do Mary justice, it is not her fault. I don't think she cares for it."
"I dare say she would like to be a Marchioness as well as any one else. I know I should."
"You might have been," he said, looking tenderly into her face.
"I wonder how I should have borne all this. You say that she is indifferent. I should have been so anxious on your behalf,—to see you installed in your rights!"
"I have no rights. There is my brother."
"Yes; but as the heir. She has none of the feeling about you that I have, George." Then she put out her hand to him, which he took and held. "I begin to think that I was wrong. I begin to know that I was wrong. We could have lived at any rate."
"It is too late," he said, still holding her hand.