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my poor Catherine," he went on. "You must know her, and you will see."
Mrs. Montgomery brushed away her tears and blushed at having shed them. "I should like to know your daughter," she answered; and then, in an instant—"Don't let her marry him!"
Dr. Sloper went away with the words gently humming in his ears—"Don't let her marry him!"
They gave him the moral satisfaction of which he had just spoken, and their value was the greater that they had evidently cost a pang to poor little Mrs. Montgomery's family pride.
