But she did
not dare to do this.
"I cannot say, Ludovic, that she is possessed of all that you should
seek in a wife." Such was her answer.
"Do you mean that she has not got money?"
"No, not that; I should be very sorry to see you making money your
chief object, or indeed any essential object. If it chanced that your
wife did have money, no doubt you would find it a convenience. But
pray understand me, Ludovic; I would not for a moment advise you to
subject your happiness to such a necessity as that. It is not because
she is without fortune--"
"Then why is it? At breakfast you were singing her praises, and
saying how excellent she is."
"If I were forced to put my objection into one word, I should say--"
and then she paused, hardly daring to encounter the frown which was
already gathering itself on her son's brow.
"You would say what?" said Lord Lufton, almost roughly.
"Don't be angry with me, Ludovic; all that I think, and all that I
say on this subject, I think and say with only one object--that of
your happiness. What other motive can I have for anything in this
world?" And then she came close to him and kissed him.
"But tell me, mother, what is this objection; what is this terrible
word that is to sum up the list of all poor Lucy's sins, and prove
that she is unfit for married life?"
"Ludovic, I did not say that.
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