He then returned to the house; and, having come to the conclusion that she had not thus vanished into air, otherwise than by preconcerted arrangement, he boldly taxed Beatrice on the subject.
Beatrice looked very demure; declared that no one in the house had quarrelled with Mary; confessed that it had been thought prudent that she should for a while stay away from Greshamsbury; and, of course, ended by telling her brother everything, including all the scenes that had passed between Mary and herself.
"It is out of the question your thinking of marrying her, Frank," said she.

"You must know that nobody feels it more strongly than poor Mary herself;" and Beatrice looked the very personification of domestic prudence.
"I know nothing of the kind," said he, with the headlong imperative air that was usual with him in discussing matters with his sisters.
"I know nothing of the kind.

Of course I cannot say what Mary's feelings may be: a pretty life she must have had of it among you.

But you may be sure of this, Beatrice, and so may my mother, that nothing on earth shall make me give her up--nothing." And Frank, as he made the protestation, strengthened his own resolution by thinking of all the counsel that Miss Dunstable had given him.
The brother and sister could hardly agree, as Beatrice was dead against the match.

Not that she would not have liked Mary Thorne for a sister-in-law, but that she shared to a certain degree the feeling which was now common to all the Greshams--that Frank must marry money.