'Yes. Beatrice said he was to be here on the 12th.'
'And would you run away from him too, Mary?'
'I do not know: I do not know what to do.'
'No; we will have no more running away; I am sorry that you ever did so. It was my fault, altogether my fault; but it was foolish.'
'Uncle, I am not happy here.' As she said this, she put down the cup which she had held, and, leaning her elbows on the table, rested her forehead on her hands.
'And would you be happier at Boxall Hill? It is not the place makes the happiness.'
'No, I know that; it is not the place. I do not look to be happy in any place; but I should be quieter, more tranquil elsewhere than here.'
'I also sometimes think that it will be better for us to take up our staves and walk away out of Greshamsbury;—leave it altogether, and settle elsewhere; miles, miles, miles away from here. Should you like that, dearest?'
Miles, miles, miles away from Greshamsbury! There was something in the sound that fell very cold on Mary's ears, unhappy as she was. Greshamsbury had been so dear to her; in spite of all that had passed, was still so dear to her! Was she prepared to take up her staff, as her uncle said, and walk forth from the place with the full understanding that she was to return to it no more; with a mind resolved that there should be an inseparable gulf between her and its inhabitants? Such she knew was the proposed nature of that walking away of which her uncle spoke. So she sat there, resting on her arms, and gave no answer to the question that had been asked her.
'No, we will stay a while yet,' said her uncle. 'It may come to that, but this is not the time. For one season longer let us face—I will not say our enemies; I cannot call anybody my enemy who bears the name of Gresham.' And then he went on for a moment with his breakfast. 'So Frank is to be here on the 12th?'
'Yes, uncle.'
'Well, dearest, I have no questions to ask you; no directions to give. I know how good you are, and how prudent; I am anxious only for your happiness; not at all—'
'Happiness, uncle, is out of the question.'
'I hope not. It is never out of the question, never can be out of the question. But, as I was saying, I am quite satisfied your conduct will be good, and, therefore, I have no questions to ask. We will remain here; and, whether good or evil come, we will not be ashamed to show our faces.'
