"My dear fellow, I can let you have a couple of hundreds, if you want them," said Mr. De Baron, who had never hitherto been induced to advance a shilling when his young cousin had been needy.
Mr. Stokes, Mr. Knox, Mr. De Baron and the heir went away, leaving the family to adjust their own affairs in their new position. Then Mary received a third lecture as she sat leaning upon her husband's shoulder.
"At any rate, you won't have to go away any more," she had said to him. "You have been always away, for ever so long."
"It was you who would go to the deanery when you left London."
"I know that. Of course I wanted to see papa then. I don't want to talk about that any more. Only, you won't go away again?"
"When I do you shall go with me."
"That won't be going away. Going away is taking yourself off,—by yourself."
"Could I help it?"
"I don't know. I could have gone with you. But it's over now, isn't it?"
"I hope so."