Lady Carbury was so beside herself with doubts, that she found it impossible to form any decision. It would be necessary that she should see Mr. Broune. What to do with her son, how to bestow him, in what way to get rid of him so that in ridding herself of him she might not aid in destroying him,--this was the great trouble of her life, the burden that was breaking her back. Now this girl was not only willing but persistently anxious to take her black sheep and to endow him,--as she declared,--with ever so many thousands a year. If the thousands were there,--or even an income of a single thousand a year,--then what a blessing would such a marriage be! Sir Felix had already fallen so low that his mother on his behalf would not be justified in declining a connection with the Melmottes because the Melmottes had fallen. To get any niche in the world for him in which he might live with comparative safety would now be to her a heaven-sent comfort. "My son is up-stairs," she said. "I will go up and speak to him."
"Tell him I am here and that I have said that I will forgive him everything, and that I love him still, and that if he will be true to me, I will be true to him."

Lady Carbury was beside herself with doubt. She needed to see Mr. Broune. What to do with her son was the great trouble of her life, the burden that was breaking her back. Now this girl was not only willing but anxious to take her black sheep and to endow him with thousands a year. If the thousands were there - or even a single thousand a year - what a blessing would such a marriage be!
"My son is upstairs," she said. "I will go up and speak to him."
"Tell him I am here and that I will forgive him everything, and that I love him still, and that if he will be true to me, I will be true to him."
