Proudie.
"Nothing in the world," said his lordship. "And I am sure I hope that
the young lady may not be disappointed."
"--because the matter was so distinctly mentioned to Mrs. Arabin by
yourself yesterday."
"Distinctly mentioned! Of course it was distinctly mentioned. There
are some things which can't be kept under a bushel, Dr. Grantly; and
this seems to be one of them. Your going about in this way won't make
Lord Dumbello marry the young lady." That was true; nor would it make
Mrs. Proudie hold her tongue. Perhaps the archdeacon was wrong in
his present errand, and so he now began to bethink himself. "At any
rate," said he, "when I tell you that there is no ground whatever for
such a report you will do me the kindness to say that, as far as you
are concerned, it shall go no further. I think, my lord, I am not
asking too much in asking that."
"The bishop knows nothing about it," said Mrs. Proudie again.
"Nothing at all," said the bishop.
"And as I must protest that I believe the information which has
reached me on this head," said Mrs. Proudie, "I do not see how it is
possible that I should contradict it. I can easily understand your
feelings, Dr. Grantly. Considering your daughter's position the match
was, as regards earthly wealth, a very great one.
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