'What?' Incredulity cried out in her tone, mingled with the fancied hope of impossible good fortune. 'You can't conceivably mean that Mr. Fricker is wrong about them? Oh, if that were true!'
'Does it make all that difference?'
'Yes, yes, yes! Not the money only, but the sense of folly—of childish miserable silliness.' She was eager to show him how much that fancied distant hope could mean.
'I promise nothing—but Fricker deceived you before. He lied when he told you they were all right; he may be lying when he tells you they're all wrong.'
'But what good could that do him?'
'If you threw them on the market the price would fall. Suppose he wanted to buy!'
Luckily Trix did not wait to analyse the suggestion; she flew to the next difficulty.
'But the liability?'
'I'll look into it, and let you know. Don't cherish any hope.'