"You are trifling with Mr. Linzie, my dear. Mr. Linzie is a nice fellow.
I like him. I won't have that."
"Louisa!"
"Mr. Turlington has nothing to recommend him. He is not a well-bred old
gentleman of exalted rank. He is only an odious brute who happens to
have made money. You shall _not_ marry Mr. Turlington. And you _shall_
marry Launcelot Linzie."
"Will you let me speak, Louisa?"
"I will let you answer--nothing more. Didn't you come crying to me this
morning? Didn't you say, 'Louisa, they have pronounced sentence on me!
I am to be married in the first week of the New Year. Help me out of it,
for Heaven's sake!' You said all that, and more. And what did I do when
I heard your story?"
"Oh, you were so kind--"
"Kind doesn't half express it. I have committed crimes on your account.
I have deceived my husband and my mother. For your sake I got mamma to
ask Mr. Linzie to lunch (as _my_ friend!). For your sake I have banished
my unoffending husband, not an hour since, to his club. You wretched
girl, who arranged a private conference in the library? Who sent Mr.
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