‘That for what he says.’
Gradually Maud seemed to take in the true meaning of Tor’s words.
‘Oh!’ she said, and stopped short. ‘Oh! so that’s how it was! I wonder I did not think of it before. Phil, you don’t want me to marry Lewis Belassis?’
‘Perhaps not; but I wish you to decide for yourself—to be guided by your own wishes.’
Tor was anxious, if possible, not to interfere in Maud’s decision. He had a strong hope that she would of her own accord reject Lewis.
‘Papa wished it,’ she said, hesitating.
‘Indeed!’
‘You think not? Could Uncle Belassis have had so much power as all that?’
‘Could your father have cared so much for a little snuffling brat of five years old, as Lewis was at the time of the making of that will?’
Maud considered this aspect of the case with some gravity.