"Oh, mamma, there are not two George Whitstables;--thank God." She had meant to be humble and supplicating, but she could not restrain herself from the use of that one shaft. "I don't mean but what Sophy may be very happy, and I am sure that I hope she will. But that won't do me any good. I should be very unhappy here."
"I don't see how you are to find any one to marry you by going abroad," said Lady Pomona, "and I don't see why your papa is to be taken away from his own home. He likes Caversham."
"Then I am to be sacrificed on every side," said Georgey, stalking out of the room. But still she could not make up her mind what letter she would write to Mr. Brehgert, and she slept upon it another night.

"Oh, mamma, there are not two George Whitstables - thank God." She had meant to be humble, but she could not restrain herself from that one shaft. "I am sure that I hope she will be very happy. But that won't do me any good."
"I don't see how you are to find anyone to marry you by going abroad," said Lady Pomona, "and I don't see why your papa is to be taken away from his home. He likes Caversham."
"Then I am to be sacrificed on every side," said Georgey, stalking out of the room. But still she could not make up her mind what letter she would write to Mr. Brehgert, and she slept upon it another night.
