“What what means?”
“That—Mr. Airey and papa.”
“Great Heaven! Ella, what should it mean, except that two men, for whom we have had a nominal respect, have gone over to the majority of fools?”
“Oh, is that all? I was afraid that—ah, good-bye.”
“Good-bye.”
CHAPTER XXXVI.—ON THE INFLUENCE OF A MAN OF THE WORLD.
It was true then—what he had surmised was true! Edmund Airey had shown himself to be actuated by a stronger impulse than a desire to assist Helen Craven to realize her hopes—so much appeared perfectly plain to Harold Wynne, as he strolled back to his rooms.
He was now convinced that Edmund Airey was serious in his attitude in respect of Beatrice. At Castle Innisfail he had been ready enough to play the game with counters, on his side at least, as stakes, but now he meant to play a serious game.