Mr. Prosper was surprised to find that she knew the name of his lawyer, who was in truth our old friend.  And then, while he was still hesitating, she astounded,—­nay, shocked him by her mode of ending the conference.  She got up and, throwing her arms round his neck, kissed him most affectionately.  After that there was no retreating for Mr. Prosper,—­no immediate mode of retreat, at all events.  He could only back out of the room, and get into his carriage, and be carried home as quickly as possible.

CHAPTER XXVII.

The proposal.

It had never happened to him before.  The first thought that came upon Mr. Prosper, when he got into his carriage, was that it had never occurred to him before.  He did not reflect that he had not put himself in the way of it:  but now the strangeness of the sensation overwhelmed him.  He inquired of himself whether it was pleasant, but he found himself compelled to answer the question with a negative.  It should have come from him, but not yet; not yet, probably, for some weeks.  But it had been done, and by the doing of it she had sealed him utterly as her own.  There was no getting out of it now.  He did feel that he ought not to attempt to get out of it after what had taken place.  He was not sure but that the lady had planned it all with that purpose; but he was sure that a strong foundation had been laid for a breach of promise case if he were to attempt to escape.  What might not a jury do against him, giving damages out of the acres of Buston Hall?  And then Miss Thoroughbung would go over to the other Thoroughbungs and to the Annesleys, and his condition would become intolerable.  In some moments, as he was driven home, he was not sure but that it had all been got up as a plot against him by the Annesleys.

When he got out of his carriage Matthew knew that things had gone badly with his master; but he could not conjecture in what way.  The matter had been fully debated in the kitchen, and it had been there decided that Miss Thoroughbung was certainly to be brought home as the future mistress of Buston.  The step to be taken by their master was not popular in the Buston kitchen.  It had been there considered that Master Harry was to be the future master, and, by some perversity of intellect, they had all thought that this would occur soon.  Matthew was much older than the squire, who was hardly to be called a sickly man, and yet Matthew had made up his mind that Mr. Harry was to reign over him as Squire of Buston.  When, therefore, the tidings came that Miss Thoroughbung was to brought to Buston as the mistress, there had been some slight symptoms of rebellion.  “They didn’t want any ’Tilda Thoroughbung there.”  They had their own idea of a lady and a gentleman, which, as in all such cases, was perfectly correct.  They knew the squire to be a fool, but they believed him to be a gentleman.  They heard that Miss Thoroughbung