"Nobody can understand her," said the angry father. "She told me the other day, as you know, that she was going to have nothing more to do with her cousin—"
"Has she—has she become friends with him again?" said Grey. As he asked the question there came a red spot on each cheek, showing the strong mental anxiety which had prompted it.
"No; I believe not;—that is, certainly not in the way you mean. I think that she is beginning to know that he is a rascal."
"It is a great blessing that she has learned the truth before it was too late."
"But would you believe it;—she has given him her name to bills for two thousand pounds, payable at two weeks' sight? He sent to her only this morning a fellow that he called his clerk, and she has been fool enough to accept them. Two thousand pounds! That comes of leaving money at a young woman's own disposal."
"But we expected that, you know," said Grey, who seemed to take the news with much composure.
"Expected it?"
"Of course we did. You yourself did not suppose that what he had before would have been the last."
"But after she had quarrelled with him!"
"That would make no difference with her. She had promised him her money, and as it seems that he will be content with that, let her keep her promise."