“I certainly do, Dr. Roger Williams Barnes.”
“I presume you are inviting Suzanne?” he queried.
“Why not?”
“No reason why not. Cathcart admires her immensely—or did, before he began to cultivate this place.”
Juliet laughed. “Suzanne would never forgive you if she heard that.”
“By-the-way,” said the doctor slowly, “has she ever met—Miss Redding?”
“No.”
He meditated for several minutes in silence, while Juliet sewed, glancing from time to time at one of the most attractive masculine profiles with which she was familiar. He was not as handsome a man as Louis Lockwood, but every line of his face stood for strength, not without some pretensions to good looks. He looked up at length and straight at her.
“Would you mind telling me,” he began, “just what you intend to effect with this combination? I never gave you credit, you know, Juliet, for wanting to manage Fate, and I don’t believe it now.”
“No, I don’t want to manage Fate,” said Juliet, smiling over her work, “but I admit I want two things: I want you to see Rachel Redding beside Suzanne Gerard, and—I want Rachel to see you beside Louis Lockwood and—Suzanne.”