Part 19 (1/2)
”And his family, Jimmy?”
”damn his fahed
”Really! It is casual of you! but you don't know the as far as Molly is concerned His tradition and race, his hoainst all the old conventions like that, entleo and feed on their charity, can take to his flesh-pots and give up the girl She is far too good for any foreign fortune-hunter anyway You spoil a man, all of you You'd prefer a disreputable roue to a coith money in his pocket and a heart”
”Would it then prove to you De Presle-Vaulx's heart if he threw over his family and went West?”
”Yes,” said the other quickly ”It would prove he loves the girl”
”You forget his mother”
Bulstrode fuet her; I don't know the Marquise de Presle-Vaulx”
”I do,” interrupted his friend ”She is a charentle old dear; narrow, if you call it so, clear-headed and delightful She adores her only son, and thinks quite properly that his nae for an American _dot_
Maurice de Presle-Vaulx, after all, does not go poverty-stricken to the woman he marries There are not so many ways to live after one is twenty-five, and to uproot this scion of an old race, to exact such a sacrifice----”
”It would make a man of him”
”He is one already There are all kinds, I need not tell you so”
”He is head over heels in debt”
Mrs Falconer laughed again
”We ambles on borrowed money”
”You mean that you have forced him to borrow from you? He will pay what he owes, I am sure of him”
Bulstrode wheeled and scrutinized her, and said with the natural asperity of a enerous championshi+p of another man:
”You stand for hi hihly! He has the faults of his race, but as an individual he is the right sort”
With their pretty habit, her cheeks had grown red in the course of the discussion
”Please give me my parasol; it's awfully hot here”