But to Lucy Morris he was engaged, and therefore there was an
end of it.
The next morning he sent his love to his cousin, asking whether he should
see her before he went. It was still necessary that he should know what
attorneys to employ on her behalf if the threatened bill were filed by
Messrs. Camperdown. Then he suggested a firm in his note. Might he put the
case into the hands of Mr. Townsend, who was a friend of his own? There
came back to him a scrap of paper, an old envelope, on which were written
the names of Mowbray & Mopus: Mowbray & Mopus in a large scrawling hand,
and with pencil. He put the scrap of paper into his pocket, feeling that
he could not remonstrate with her at this moment, and was prepared to
depart, when there came a message to him. Lady Eustace was still unwell,
but had risen; and if it were not giving him too much trouble, would see
him before he went. He followed the messenger to the same little room,
looking out upon the sea, and then found her, dressed indeed, but with a
white morning wrapper on, and with hair loose over her shoulders. Her eyes
were red with weeping, and her face was pale, and thin, and woebegone.
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