"But Lady Watson has the money," Vivian reminded him.
"She has everything," said Durban bitterly; "she always did have everything." Then, with an afterthought, "But what she really wanted, she never got, Mr. Paslow."
"And what was that?"
"Never mind. Least said, soonest mended. I will tell missy nothing, and you must hold your tongue also. Only let us guard her from danger."
"I don't think there is danger for her, Durban."
"Ah--hum--one never knows. There are those--but no matter. Let her go her ways. It may be that she may learn the truth, and put things straight."
"She can never put them straight for me," said Vivian bitterly.
"I can do that," said Durban. "Let missy go to the Grange. I go to London. You will have news from me."
Paslow caught his arm as he turned to go. "You will not----"
"I am too fond of my neck for that," said Durban, and went into his kitchen, while Vivian, full of sore thoughts and yet with a certain glimmer of hope, now that Beatrice was to take a hand in the game, went home to Dinah.