In the middle of August he and his daughter usually went for a month to Wharton Hall in Herefordshire, the seat of his cousin Sir Alured Wharton;--and this was the one duty of his life which was a burthen to him.

But he had been made to believe that it was essential to his health, and to his wife's, and then to his girl's health, that he should every summer leave town for a time,--and where else was he to go?
Sir Alured was a relation and a gentleman.

Emily liked Wharton Hall.

It was the proper thing.

He hated Wharton Hall, but then he did not know any place out of London that he would not hate worse.