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'
Not
much
of
that
,
Mr.
Harthouse
,
unless
some
fair
creature
with
a
slashing
fortune
at
her
own
disposal
would
take
a
fancy
to
me
.
Or
she
might
be
as
ugly
as
she
was
rich
,
without
any
fear
of
losing
me
.
I
'd
carve
her
name
as
often
as
she
liked
.
'
'
I
am
afraid
you
are
mercenary
,
Tom
.
'
'
Mercenary
,
'
repeated
Tom
.
'
Who
is
not
mercenary
?
Ask
my
sister
.
'
'
Have
you
so
proved
it
to
be
a
failing
of
mine
,
Tom
?
'
said
Louisa
,
showing
no
other
sense
of
his
discontent
and
ill-nature
.
'
You
know
whether
the
cap
fits
you
,
Loo
,
'
returned
her
brother
sulkily
.
'
If
it
does
,
you
can
wear
it
.
'
'
Tom
is
misanthropical
to-day
,
as
all
bored
people
are
now
and
then
,
'
said
Mr.
Harthouse
.
'
Do
n't
believe
him
,
Mrs.
Bounderby
.
He
knows
much
better
.
I
shall
disclose
some
of
his
opinions
of
you
,
privately
expressed
to
me
,
unless
he
relents
a
little
.
'
'
At
all
events
,
Mr.
Harthouse
,
'
said
Tom
,
softening
in
his
admiration
of
his
patron
,
but
shaking
his
head
sullenly
too
,
'
you
ca
n't
tell
her
that
I
ever
praised
her
for
being
mercenary
.
I
may
have
praised
her
for
being
the
contrary
,
and
I
should
do
it
again
,
if
I
had
as
good
reason
.
However
,
never
mind
this
now
;
it
's
not
very
interesting
to
you
,
and
I
am
sick
of
the
subject
.
'
They
walked
on
to
the
house
,
where
Louisa
quitted
her
visitor
's
arm
and
went
in
.
He
stood
looking
after
her
,
as
she
ascended
the
steps
,
and
passed
into
the
shadow
of
the
door
;
then
put
his
hand
upon
her
brother
's
shoulder
again
,
and
invited
him
with
a
confidential
nod
to
a
walk
in
the
garden
.
'
Tom
,
my
fine
fellow
,
I
want
to
have
a
word
with
you
.
'
