'That won't frighten uncle,' said Stanway positively. 'He knows the title is good enough. That's only a technical detail.'
'Very well,' she agreed, 'I'll do what I can, Jack.'
'That's good,' he said.
And even now, the resolve once made, she did not lose her sense of tranquil optimism, her mild happiness, her widespreading benevolence. The result of this talk with John aroused in her an innocent vanity, for was it not indirectly due to herself that John had been able to see a way out of his difficulties?
They soon afterwards dismissed the subject, put it with care away in a corner; and John finished his supper.
'Is Mr. Twemlow still in the district?' she asked vivaciously.
'Yes,' said John, and there was a pause.
'You're doing some business together, aren't you, Jack?' she hazarded.
John hesitated. 'No,' he said, 'he only wanted to see me about old Twemlow's estate—some details he was after.'
'I felt it,' she mused. 'I felt all the time it was that that was wrong. And John is worrying over it! But he needn't—he needn't—and he doesn't know!'