"Well?" Inez said to her brother as they were preparing for church.
"You are right," he said. "I have no doubt now of her feeling for him."
"And you will deal with the matter?"
"You can trust me. I know what to do."
She was satisfied with this assurance, and set off in a devout frame of mind, and, taking Geoffrey with her, shewed him very clearly that she was on his side. Indeed, as they returned to the house after the Christmas service, he opened his heart to her. Mrs. Marshall told him that she had seen it all along, and that nothing on her part should remain undone that would aid in bringing about the marriage.
"But she is in love with that fiddler-fellow," the disconsolate young man said.
"Oh, my dear Mr. Heron," and Mrs. Marshall smiled, "that is only a girl's love for the arts. She admires his music, as we all do, and perhaps she shews her appreciation in rather a foolish way. But I cannot believe she loves him."
"At all events she does not care for me."
"Don't be too sure of that. The more she cares for you the more likely she is to try and conceal her feelings."
"Why, in Heaven's name?" asked Geoffrey.