Lady Carbury was at this time so miserable¹ in regard to her son that she found herself unable to be active as she would otherwise have been in her endeavours to separate Paul Montague and her daughter. Roger had come up to town and given his opinion, very freely at any rate with regard to Sir Felix. But Roger had immediately returned to Suffolk, and the poor mother in want of assistance and consolation² turned naturally to Mr Broune, who came to see her for a few minutes almost every evening. It had now become almost a part of Mr Broune’s life to see Lady Carbury once in the day. She told him of the two propositions which Roger had made: first, that she should fix her residence in some second-rate French or German town, and that Sir Felix should be made to go with her; and, secondly³, that she should take possession of Carbury manor⁴ for six months. ‘And where would Mr Carbury go?’ asked Mr Broune.

‘He’s so good that he doesn’t care what he does with himself. There’s a cottage on the place, he says, that he would move to.’ Mr Broune shook his head. Mr Broune did not think that an offer so quixotically generous as this should be accepted. As to the German or French town, Mr Broune said that the plan was no doubt feasible, but he doubted whether the thing to be achieved was worth the terrible sacrifice demanded. He was inclined to think that Sir Felix should go to the colonies. ‘That he might drink himself to death,’ said Lady Carbury, who now had no secrets from Mr Broune. Sir Felix in the meantime was still in the doctor’s hands upstairs. He had no doubt been very severely⁵ thrashed, but there was not in truth very much ailing⁶ him beyond the cuts on his face. He was, however, at the present moment better satisfied to be an invalid⁷ than to have to come out of his room and to meet the world. ‘As to Melmotte,’ said Mr Broune, ‘they say now that he is in some terrible mess which will ruin him and all who have trusted him.’

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