Mr. Vavasor sighed. "She is well enough, I believe," he said.
"Is anything the matter in Queen Anne Street?"
"You'll hardly believe it when I tell you; and, indeed, I hardly know whether I ought to tell you or not."
"As you and I have gone so far together, I think that you ought to tell me anything that concerns her nearly."
"That's just it. It's about her money. Do you know, Grey, I'm beginning to think that I've been wrong in allowing you to advance what you have done on her account?"
"Why wrong?"
"Because I foresee there'll be a difficulty about it. How are we to manage about the repayment?"
"If she becomes my wife there will be no management wanted."
"But how if she never becomes your wife? I'm beginning to think she'll never do anything like any other woman."
"I'm not quite sure that you understand her," said Grey; "though of course you ought to do so better than any one else."