Then they made it clear to each other that nothing was further from the intention of either of them.
"But what am I to do next, Lucy? You must tell me the lawyers that conducted your side of the case."
"I am afraid I can't ask him to do anything more."
"Who's him, Lucy?"
"Mr. Sargent."
"Sargent—Sargent—I think I have heard the name. He's a barrister. If you are not satisfied with him, the firm you employed will speak to another."
"He did everything, Thomas. But—"
Lucy hesitated. Thomas saw that she was blushing. Perhaps it was the consciousness of his own unworthiness that made him jealous.
"Oh, very well, Lucy! If you don't want to tell me, of course—"
"Thomas! Thomas! Can't you trust me yet? I have trusted you, Thomas."