It is your duty to leave your uncle Silas,
whom you believe to be more competent than you are, to decide, after full
conference with Doctor Bryerly, who knows more of your poor father's views
and intentions in making that appointment than either you or I.'
'Shall I say, yes?' I cried, drawing her close, and kissing her
helplessly.' Oh, tell me--tell me to say, yes.'
'Yes, of course, _yes_. She agrees, Doctor Bryerly, to your kind proposal.'
'I am to understand so?' he asked.
'Very well--yes, Doctor Bryerly,' I replied.
'You have resolved wisely and well,' said he, briskly, like a man who has
got a care off his mind.
'I forgot to say, Doctor Bryerly--it was very rude--that you must stay here
to-night.'
'He _can't_, my dear,' interposed Lady Knolly's; 'it is a long way.'
'He will dine. Won't you, Doctor Bryerly?'
'No; he can't. You know you can't, sir,' said my cousin, peremptorily. 'You
must not worry him, my dear, with civilities he can't accept. He'll bid us
good-bye this moment. Good-bye, Doctor Bryerly. You'll write immediately;
don't wait till you reach town. Bid him good-bye, Maud.
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