“And that is not all,” said she.
He saw a warning flush in her cheek, and forced his vexation under.
“Well,” he said, with a propitiatory laugh, “if you tell me nothing, I’ve got the kiss for nothing; and so mine is the best of the bargain. But I count you a little unkind, Mollinda.”
“I don’t mean to be that, George,” she answered, somewhat penitent. “But I shouldn’t tell secrets not my own; now should I?”
That only served to restimulate his doubts and perplexity; but he said no more on the subject, feeling it wiser to desist.
“Never mind,” he said. “You have your own good reasons for silence, of course, and it’s no business of mine to press them. What is more to the point is this question of your scruples regarding his lordship. So you won’t go to extremes? Then, what is to be the course? With all deference, Mrs. Moll, you can’t surely be planning to stay on here indefinitely.”
“Well, I’ll work up to any conclusion you like, short of that.”
“You will?”
“Sure.”
“Even if it were to an appearance—of that?”