We'll have nothing more said about the
duke, either now or when he comes back; not a word. Let me see--he's
to be back;--when is it?"
"Wednesday week, I think."
"Ah, Wednesday. Well, tell him to come and dine up at the house on
Wednesday. He'll be in time, I suppose, and there shan't be a word
said about this horrid duke."
"I am so much obliged to you, Lady Lufton."
"But look here, my dear; believe me, he's better off without such
friends."
"Oh, I know he is; much better off."
"Well, I'm glad you admit that, for I thought you seemed to be in
favour of the duke."
"Oh, no, Lady Lufton."
"That's right, then. And now, if you'll take my advice, you'll use
your influence, as a good, dear sweet wife as you are, to prevent his
going there any more. I'm an old woman and he is a young man, and
it's very natural that he should think me behind the times. I'm not
angry at that. But he'll find that it's better for him, better for
him in every way, to stick to his old friends. It will be better for
his peace of mind, better for his character as a clergyman, better
for his pocket, better for his children and for you,--and better for
his eternal welfare. The duke is not such a companion as he should
seek;--nor, if he is sought, should he allow himself to be led away.
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