"I've made up my mind. From this moment, Mina, Blent is mine. Up to now I've held it for Harry. Now it's mine. I shall go back and begin everything there to-morrow."
Mina felt the tragedy; the inevitable was being accepted.
"You see I've been writing?"
"Yes, Cecily." After all it looked as though the Imp were not to be cheated of her sensation.
"I've written to Cousin Harry. I've told him what I mean to do. He must think it right; it's the only thing he's left me to do. But I've told him I can do it only on one condition. He'll have my letter to-morrow."
"On one condition? What?"
"I said to him that he gave me Blent because I was there, because he saw me there in the middle of it all. That's true. If I'd stayed here, would he ever have told his secret? Never! He wouldn't so much as have come to see me; he'd never have thought of me, he'd have forgotten all about me. It was seeing me there."
"Well, seeing you, anyhow."
"Seeing me there—there at Blent," she insisted, now almost angrily. "So he'll understand what I mean by the thing I've asked of him. And he must obey." Her
voice became imperious. "I've told him that I'm going back, going to stay there, and live there, but that he must never, never come there."