She might marry a chimney sweep.

There is no answering for a girl of her erratic nature.

She is silly enough and romantic enough for anything; but I shall not countenance her if she wants to throw herself away on a person without prospects or connections; and I look to you, Maulevrier, to take care of her, now that I am a wretched log chained to this room.' 'You may rely upon me, grandmother, Molly shall come to no harm, if I can help it.' 'Thank you,' said her ladyship, touching her bell twice.
The two clear silvery strokes were a summons for Halcott, the maid, who appeared immediately.
'Tell Mrs.Power to get his lordship's room ready immediately, and to give Mr.Hammond the room he had last summer,' said Lady Maulevrier, with a sigh of resignation.
While Maulevrier was with his grandmother John Hammond was smoking a solitary cigar on the terrace, contemplating the mountain landscape in its cold March greyness, and wondering very much to find himself again at Fellside.

He had gone forth from that house full of passionate indignation, shaking off the dust from his feet, sternly resolved never again to cross the threshold of that fateful cave, where he had met his cold-hearted Circe.

And now, because Circe was safe out of the way, he had come back to the cavern; and he was feeling all the pain that a man feels who beholds again the scene of a great past sorrow.
Was this the old love and the old pain again, he wondered, or was it only the sharp thrust of a bitter memory?
He had believed himself cured of his useless love--a great and noble love, wasted on a smaller nature than his own.