“I wonder——” she said. “All the same, if Marion allows Evelyn to be entangled, she is a fool.”
Some time afterwards, Agatha came to Kit’s room. Kit stood by the window, and when he turned his head she saw his forehead was wrinkled and his mouth was tight. Agatha gave him a sympathetic glance.
“Of course, you did not sell the plans; but I suppose you cannot clear yourself?” she said.
“There is no use in trying. Colvin’s determined to punish somebody, and I admit it looks as if he had the proper man.”
“You have not yet told Evelyn. Are you afraid?”
Kit frowned. He knew Agatha did not want to hurt him, and as a rule she had an object for her remarks. Yet she did hurt. Now he was broken and done for, he acknowledged Evelyn was not for him, but he hated to think his disgrace would daunt her.
“Evelyn is ruled by Mrs. Haigh, and her line is plain,” he replied.
“Yours is plain, Kit.”
“My part’s the conventional part, and I must play up. All the same, I see another; to face the risks and take the plunge. However, there’s no use in talking. I must think for Evelyn——”
“Sometimes a rash plunge pays; but I doubt if it would pay with Evelyn. Evelyn is a charming girl, but she is not the sort to run much risk. You must give her up, Kit.”