"What—of Luke?"
"Of Luke, certainly."
Old Anthony turned angrily on her, and said, "A pack of folly! He is her cousin."
"I said so. Does that prevent her liking him? Have you aught against that?"
"Everything. I will not hear of her marrying a pigeon-breasted, starveling curate. I will speak to her."
"If you meddle you will mar. Take a woman's advice, and say not a word."
"Then be silent, on this matter."
"If you marry Tony," said his sister, "what are you going to do with Elizabeth? Fernando Crymes has Kilworthy for his life, so that the young people will, I doubt not, live here; and Julian will no more let Bessie remain than would your Margaret suffer me."
"She shall abide here as I choose it."