“Horribly,” assented Cynthia. “And if she marries old Magnus she will be very happy.”
“But are you sure that Mr Magnus really loves her?”
“He worships her. I’m sure of it.”
“Then it would be wicked, wouldn’t it, Harry, to keep them apart?”
“I should think it as bad as murder to keep us apart.”
“Should you, Harry?”
“Yes.” And more unselfish proceedings.
“Then, as papa and mamma have made a mistake, don’t you think we ought to help them?”
“Yes,” said Artingale, “but how? Magnus hangs back. He says he is sure that Julia does not think of him in the slightest degree. What do you say?”
“I don’t know what to say,” cried Cynthia thoughtfully, “only that I am sure she hates Perry-Morton. She says she does.”