I had made up my mind
to a struggle with the prejudices of all the family, and I had rather
it had been for Jock; but it can't be helped, and there is not a
shadow of objection to the other John."
"No, indeed! He is only not Jock—-"
"And I do not think my Sydney was knowingly fickle, but she thought
she had utterly disgusted and offended Jock by her folly about the
selling out, and that it was a failure of influence. Poor child! it
was all a cloud of shame and grief to her. I think he would have
dispelled it if he had come to the wedding, but as he did not—-"
"The Adriatic was free," said Caroline, trying to smile. "I see it
all, dear Mrs. Evelyn. I neither blame you nor Sydney; and I trust
all will turn out right for my poor boy."
"He deserves it!" said Mrs. Evelyn with a sigh.
There was a good deal more intercourse between Cavendish Square and
Collingwood Street than Mother Carey had expected. Mrs. Evelyn and
her son and daughter fell into the habit of coming, when they went
out for a drive, to see whether Mrs. Brownlow or Barbara would come
with them; and as it was almost avowed that Babie was the object, she
almost always went, and kept Fordham company in the carriage, whilst
his mother and sister were shopping or making calls.
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