He had a good opportunity to think over this matter and come to decisions, for his companion walked half the way home without saying a word.
Suddenly Lanigan spoke.
"Do you know," said he, "that I have about made up my mind to marry the governess?"
"She isn't a governess," said Lodloe; "she is a nurse-maid."
"I prefer to invest her with a higher grade," said Lanigan; "and it is pretty much the same thing, after all. Anyway, I want to marry her, and I believe I can do it if nobody steps in to interfere."
"Who do you suppose would do that?" asked Lodloe.
"Well," said Lanigan, "if the Lethbury people knew about it, and had a chance, every man jack of them, and every woman jack, too, would interfere, and under ordinary circumstances Calthea Rose would take the lead; but just now I think she intends to lend me a hand—not for my good, but for her own. If she does that, I am not afraid of all Lethbury and the Petters besides. The only person I am afraid of is Mrs. Cristie."
"Why do you fear her?" asked Lodloe.
"Well," said Lanigan, "when she was at the inn some years ago I was at my wildest, and her husband did not like me. He was in bad health, very touchy, and I suppose I gave him reason enough to consider me an extremely black sheep. Of course Mrs. Cristie naturally thought pretty much as he did, and from what you told me of the conference over my advent, I suppose her opinions haven't changed much. She has treated me very well since I have been here, but I have no doubt that she would consider it her duty to let Miss Mayberry know just the sort of fellow she thinks I am."
"Of course she would do that," said Lodloe; "and she ought to do it."