'This room is not got up like Mr. Ruthyn's: does he talk of furnishings and
making things a little smart? No! Well, I must say, I think he might.'
Here there was a little silence, and Doctor Bryerly, with his accustomed
simultaneous glance at the door, said in low, cautious tones, very
distinctly--
'Have you been thinking at all over that matter again, I mean about getting
your uncle to forego his guardianship? I would not mind his first refusal.
You could make it worth his while, unless he--that is--unless he's very
unreasonable indeed; and I think you would consult your interest, Miss
Ruthyn, by doing so and, if possible, getting out of this place.'
'But I have not thought of it at all; I am much happier here than I had at
all expected, and I am very fond of my cousin Milly.'
'How long have you been here exactly?'
I told him. It was some two or three months.
'Have you seen your other cousin yet--the young gentleman?'
'No.'
'H'm! Aren't you very lonely?' he enquired.
'We see no visitors here; but that, you know, I was prepared for.'
Doctor Bryerly read the wrinkles on his splay boot intently and peevishly,
and tapped the sole lightly on the ground.
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