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"I don't know that. Lena may be high-flown; but things go deep with
the child--deeper than they did with you, Camilla!"
Perhaps this was a stab, for there was bitterness in the answer.
"You mean that she is less willing to give up a fancy for the family
good. Remember, it is doubly imperative that Lena should marry a
man whose means are in his own power, so that he could advance
something. This would be simply ruin--throwing up the whole thing,
after all I have done to retrieve our position."
"After all, Camilla, I am growing an old man, and poor Tom is gone.
I don't know that the position is worth so much to me as the
happiness to her, poor child!" said Sir Harry, wistfully.
"Happiness!" was the scornful answer. "If you said 'her own way,'
it would be nearer the truth. A back street in London--going about
in a cab--and occasional holidays on sufferance from Mrs. Poynsett."
However little happiness either father or daughter had derived from
their chosen ways, this idea was abhorrent to both; and Lady Tyrrell
pressed her advantage.


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