My wife loves her dearly; and had you consented to give her the shelter of your own roof, I am sure I should not have seen a smile in the house for a month after.
If you permit this plan, as indeed you honoured me by suggesting it, I can pass through Southampton on my way to my own living in Devonshire, and Miss Clavering can visit her sister there." "Let it be so," said Sir Miles, briefly; and so the conversation closed.
Some weeks afterwards, Lucretia went in her uncle's carriage, with four post-horses, with her maid and her footman,--went in the state and pomp of heiress to Laughton,--to the small lodging-house in which the kind pastor crowded his children and his young guest.

She stayed there some days.

She did not weep when she embraced Susan, she did not weep when she took leave of her; but she showed no want of actual kindness, though the kindness was formal and stately.

On her return, Sir Miles forbore to question; but he looked as if he expected, and would willingly permit, her to speak on what might naturally be uppermost at her heart.
Lucretia, however, remained silent, till at last the baronet, colouring, as if ashamed of his curiosity, said,-- "Is your sister like your mother ?" "You forget, sir, I can have no recollection of my mother." "Your mother had a strong family likeness to myself." "She is not like you; they say she is like Dr.Mivers." "Oh!" said the baronet, and he asked no more.
The sisters did not meet again; a few letters passed between them, but the correspondence gradually ceased.
Young Ardworth went to college, prepared by Mr.Fielden, who was no ordinary scholar, and an accurate and profound mathematician,--a more important requisite than classical learning in a tutor for Cambridge.
But Ardworth was idle, and perhaps even dissipated.

He took a common degree, and made some debts, which were paid by Sir Miles without a murmur.