He puzzled himself all the time he was dressing: and,
not to trouble the reader with all the conjectures that passed through
his mind, he concluded at last, that Mr. Hardie must feel very strong,
very sure there was no evidence against him but his son's, or he would
not take the eighth commandment by the horns like this.
"Injustice carries it with a high hand," thought Alfred, with a sigh. He
was not the youth to imitate his father's shamelessness: so he locked
this last incident in his own breast; did not even mention it to Julia.
But now, on reading Peggy's note, his warlike instincts awoke, and,
though he despised his correspondent and her motives, he could not let
such a chance pass of defeating brazen injustice. It was unfortunate and
awkward to have to go to Silverton on his wedding morning; but, after
all, there was plenty of time. He packed up his things at once for the
wedding tour, and in the morning took them with him in the fly to
Silverton: his plan was to come back direct to Albion Villa: so he went
to Silverton Grove full dressed, all ready for the wedding.
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