When all her friends were gone Lady Carbury looked about for her son,-- not expecting to find him, for she knew how punctual was his nightly attendance at the Beargarden, but still with some faint hope that he might have remained on this special occasion to tell her of his fortune.

She had watched the whispering, had noticed the cool effrontery with which Felix had spoken,--for without hearing the words she had almost known the very moment in which he was asking,--and had seen the girl's timid face, and eyes turned to the ground, and the nervous twitching of her hands as she replied.

As a woman, understanding such things, who had herself been wooed, who had at least dreamed of love, she had greatly disapproved her son's manner.
But yet, if it might be successful, if the girl would put up with love-making so slight as that, and if the great Melmotte would accept in return for his money a title so modest as that of her son, how glorious should her son be to her in spite of his indifference! 'I heard him leave the house before the Melmottes went,' said Henrietta, when the mother spoke of going up to her son's bedroom.
'He might have stayed to-night.

Do you think he asked her ?' 'How can I say, mamma ?' 'I should have thought you would have been anxious about your brother.
I feel sure he did,--and that she accepted him.' 'If so I hope he will be good to her.

I hope he loves her.' 'Why shouldn't he love her as well as any one else?
A girl need not be odious because she has money.