"
"You have got six years, perhaps seven," said Lord Marney,
"and long before that I hope to find you the husband of Lady
Joan Fitz-Warene."
"I do not wish to connect the two contingencies," said
Egremont firmly.
"They are inseparable," said Lord Marney.
"What do you mean?"
"I mean that I think this pedantic acquittance of an
electioneering account is in the highest degree ridiculous,
and that I cannot interfere in it. The legal expenses are you
say paid; and if they were not, I should feel myself bound, as
the head of the family, to defray them, but I can go no
further. I cannot bring myself to sanction an expenditure for
certainly very unnecessary, perhaps, and I much fear it, for
illegal and very immoral purposes."
"That really is your determination?"
"After the most mature reflection, prompted by a sincere
solicitude for your benefit."
"Well, George, I have often suspected it, but now I feel quite
persuaded, that you are really the greatest humbug that ever
existed."
"Abuse is not argument, Mr Egremont."
"You are beneath abuse, as you are beneath every sentiment but
one, which I most entirely feel," and Egremont rose from the
table.
"You may thank your own obstinacy and conceit," said Lord
Marney.
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