"I fear that will make little difference. Mallow is set on the marriage. He loves Miss Saxon with all his heart."
Maraquito uttered a low cry of rage, but managed to control herself with an effort. "Do you?" she asked.
Caranby shrugged his thin shoulders. "I am neutral. So long as Cuthbert marries the woman he loves, I do not mind."
"And what about the woman who loves him?"
"Miss Saxon? Oh, I am sure—"
"I don't mean Miss Saxon, and he will never marry her—never. You know that Mr. Mallow is poor. Miss Saxon has no money—"
"Pardon me. I hear her aunt, Miss Loach, who was unfortunately murdered at Rexton, has left her six thousand a year."
Senora Gredos turned quite pale and clenched her hands, but she managed to control herself again with a powerful effort and masked the rage she felt under a bland, false smile.
"Oh, that makes a difference," she said calmly. "I hope they will be happy—if they marry," she added significantly.
"Oh, that is quite settled," said Caranby.