“That is all very well, in some things. But, where my son is concerned, pray never keep the truth from me again. When did she break off with Henry—or did he quarrel with her?”
“I have no idea. I was not in the country.”
“Do YOU know, dear?”
“No, Mrs. Little. But I am of your mind. I think she could not have loved Mr. Henry as she ought.”
“When did you see her last?”
“I could not say justly, but it was a long while ago.”
Mrs. Little interpreted this that Jael had quarreled with Grace for her fickleness, and gave her a look of beaming affection; then fell into a dead silence, and soon tears were seen stealing down her cheek.
“But I shall write to her,” said she, after a long and painful silence.
Mr. Raby hoped she would do nothing of the kind.
“Oh, I shall not say much. I shall put her one question. Of course SHE knows why they part.”