"All vanity; and vexation of spirit!"
The Duke no doubt was thinking of certain scenes passed at the great house in question, which scenes had not been delightful to him. "No, I don't suppose she would wish to live at Gatherum. The Horns was given expressly by my uncle to your dear mother, and I should like Mary to have the place."
"Certainly."
"You should live among your tenantry. I don't care so very much for Matching."
"It is the one place you do like, sir."
"However, we can manage all that. Carlton Terrace I do not particularly like; but it is a good house, and there you should hang up your hat when in London. When it is settled, let me know at once."
"But if it should never be settled?"
"I will ask no questions; but if it be settled, tell me." Then in Palace Yard he was turning to go, but before he did so, he said another word leaning on his son's shoulder. "I do not think that Mabel Grex and Major Tifto would do well together at all."
"There shall be an end to that, sir."
"God bless you, my boy!" said the Duke.