"But he likes being drawn upon," said Mary. "I don't think there is anything papa likes so much as to be drawn upon."
"That could make no difference to me, my dear. I don't think that as yet you understand money matters."
"I hope I never shall, then."
"I hope you will. It will be your duty to do so. But, as I was saying, the house at Munster Court will be unsuitable to you as Lady Brotherton." On hearing this Mary pouted and made a grimace. "There is a dignity to be borne which, though it may be onerous, must be supported."
"I hate dignity."
"You would not say that if you knew how it vexed me. Could I have chosen for myself personally, perhaps, neither would I have taken this position. I do not think that I am by nature ambitious. But a man is bound to do his duty in that position in which he finds himself placed,—and so is a woman."
"And it will be my duty to live in an ugly house?"
"Perhaps the house may be made less ugly; but to live in it will certainly be a part of your duty. And if you love me, Mary——"
"Do you want me to tell you whether I love you?"
"But, loving me as I know you do, I am sure you will not neglect your duty. Do not say again that you hate your dignity. You must never forget now that you are Marchioness of Brotherton."