'
Mary had not intended to tell him this point-blank, but he had taken
such a line with her for not liking Limeton that she felt indignant,
and not inclined to mince the facts at all. The result was what may
have been expected: Tom stalked on in solemn silence, while she, all
of resentment, held her little head very much in the air.
When they arrived at the house, Louise saw, notwithstanding Mary's
unusual animation, that something had gone wrong between them, but
chose the wise part of silence. Mrs. Cowell saw nothing but that her
son was not much in love, as she feared he would be, with Mary. She
had not found the latter as tractable as she had hoped in the way of
imitating Louise, and had discovered that she had not that admiration
of frugality and thrift, that befitted the future wife of her son;
therefore she was contented to see that son's cool politeness to
Mary, which she took as a proof that he was not likely to be led away
by her caprices.
The next morning Tom joined Mary in the garden, and said:
'Under the impression that you would like Limeton, I had written
about a place here I wanted to buy, but from what you said last night
I conclude that any plan of that sort is useless.
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