“I was aware of this,” said Mrs Brandon quietly.
“Indeed!” said Sir Philip. “But I need not be surprised: Miss Bedford has, perhaps, confided to you my son’s offer.”
“Yes,” said Mrs Brandon, “and so did your son.”
“He was here a week ago,” said Sir Philip. “Has he been since?”
“I expect him this afternoon to ask my cooperation; and I confess I am much troubled thereby.”
“Your cooperation,” said Sir Philip; “but I see, the lady is perhaps coy. Mrs Brandon, I must ask your aid on my side. This marriage is impossible—it would be an insane act, and can never take place. Will you ask that Miss Bedford may be sent here?”
“Will you see her alone?”
“No, no! I would rather you were present, Mrs Brandon. You know all; and perhaps, as a mother, you may be able to sympathise with another parent.”
“Sir Philip Vining, you are placing me in a most difficult position. How am I to divide sympathies that are with all of you? But I will ring. Let us have Ella here; and I tell you candidly that I am glad to be free from a responsibility that threatened to fix itself upon my shoulders.”
“Ask Miss Bedford to step this way,” said Mrs Brandon as the man appeared.