"Because I have enough money for us both, and when Caranby dies I shall be almost a millionaire. I don't like you having this money."
"But your reason?"
"I have none that I can tell you. Besides, if we can buy Mrs. Octagon's consent with even six thousand a year—"
"I do not mind," said Juliet. "But now that I know you are really innocent, and I take shame to myself for having doubted you, I am willing to marry you, even though my mother withholds her consent."
"My darling!" Cuthbert folded the girl in his arms and kissed her. "I now know that you truly love me. Indeed, I never doubted you."
"But I doubted myself," said Juliet tearfully. "I should never have suspected you, even though the evidence was so strong."
"You lost your head for the moment," said her lover, "but don't let us talk any more about the matter. I shall pacify Jennings and get him to drop the case. Then we will marry and take a tour round the world so as to forget these unpleasant matters."
"Yes, that is best," said Juliet, and the two walked towards the door.
They should have been completely happy now that all misunderstandings were cleared up, but each wore a gloomy expression. Apparently the shadow of Miss Loach's death still clouded the sunshine of their lives.