"The same. I hope you don't mind Aunt Emma telling me of what took place; she has your interest very much at heart."
"I am glad that Mrs. Perage broke the ice," said Hench dolefully. "It makes it easier for me to talk. You see, Gwen loves me as a stranger----"
"Can a girl love a stranger?"
"I mean she thinks that I am only Owain Hench. When she learns that I am Owain Evans she will throw me over."
"Why should she, seeing that she loves you?"
"Love may turn to hate, and her dislike for my father's son has been carefully fostered by her father."
"Well," said Vane with an air of finality, "it seems to me that she should be jolly glad to get back her old home by marriage with a decent chap such as her cousin is."
"She doesn't believe that I am a decent chap," cried Hench irritably.
"Then you must prove that you are by explaining matters," insisted Jim coolly. "Bless you, Miss Evans will look upon your masquerading as a romance."
"I've got my doubts about that. She may resent being deceived."