“The step he desired to take, Which We Opposed, he has anticipated, And Must Consummate.

“Oh, Wilfrid! you see it, do you not?  You comprehend me I am surf!  I should have said ‘had anticipated.’  How to convey to you! (but it would be unjust to him—­to ourselves—­were I to say emphatically what I have not yet a right to think).  What I have hinted above is, after all; nothing but Cornelia’s conjecture, I wish I could not say confirmed by mine.  We sat with Papa two hours before any idea of his meaning dawned upon us.  He first scolded us.  We both saw from this that more was to come.

“I hope there are not many in this world to whom the thought of honour being tied to money ever appears possible.  If it is so there is wide suffering—­deep, for it, must be silent.  Cornelia suggests one comfort for them that they will think less of poverty.

“Why was Brookfield ever bought?  Our old peaceful City-life—­the vacant Sundays!—­my ears are haunted by their bells for Evening Service.  I said ‘There they go, the dowdy population of heaven!’ I remember it now.  It should be almost punishment enough to be certain that of all those people going to church, there cannot be one more miserable than we who stood at the old window ridiculing them.  They at least do not feel that everything they hope for in human life is dependent upon one human will—­the will of a mortal weather-vane!  It is the case, and it must be conciliated.  There is no half-measure—­no choice.  Feel that nothing you have ever dreamed of can be a disgrace if it is undergone to forestall what positively impends, and act immediately.  I shall expect to see you in three days.  She is to have the South-west bedroom (mine), for which she expressed a preference.  Prepare every mind for the ceremony:—­an old man’s infatuation—­money—­we submit.  It will take place in town.  To have the Tinleys in the church!  But this is certainly my experience, that misfortune makes me feel more and more superior to those whom I despise.  I have even asked myself—­was I so once?  And, Apropos of Laura!  We hear that their evenings are occupied in performing the scene at Besworth.  They are still as distant as ever from Richford.  Let me add that Albert Tinley requested my hand in marriage yesterday.  I agree with Cornelia that this is the first palpable sign that we have sunk.  Consequent upon the natural consequences came the interview with Papa.

“Dearest, dearest Wilfrid! can you, can I, can any one of us settle—­that is, involve another life in doubt while doubt exists?  Papa insists; his argument is, ‘Now, now, and no delay.’  I accuse nothing but his love.  Excessive love is perilous for principle!

“You have understood me, I know, and forgiven me for writing so nakedly.  I dare not reperuse it.  You must satisfy him that Lady C. has fixed a date.  Adela is incomprehensible.  One day she sees a friend in Lady C., and again it is an enemy.  Papa’s immediate state of health is not alarming.  Above all things, do not let the girl come near him.  Papa will send the cheque you required.”