"I shall persuade her to consent."
"I hope so; but I fear she hates you because you are Lord Caranby's nephew. She hinted as much. I don't know the reason."
"I do," said Mallow calmly, "and I think I may be able to persuade her to see reason. I shall meddle no more with the case."
"What about Mr. Jennings?"
"I will tell him what I have told you, and what you have told me. Then I will point out the futility of looking for a needle in a haystack. He may be inclined to let the case drop. He ought to be weary of it by this time."
Juliet looked wistfully at him. "Can't we be plain with one another?"
"No," said Mallow, shaking his head, "you have your suspicions and I mine. Let us refrain from talking about the matter."
Miss Saxon drew a breath of relief. "I think that is best," she said, and her expression was reflected in the eyes of her lover. "When will you come and see mother?"
"Next week. If her objection is a question of money, you can hand over the whole of that income you have inherited."
"Aunt Selina's six thousand a year! Why?"