CHAPTER XXXIII
THE GODS DECIDE
Rensslaer never spoke of Chris, but one night, when Carlton had gone back to town after spending the day at Elsinore, he said:
"Mr. Mackrell seems to dislike Captain Conant very much."
"Yes."
"Then he had better cut out Captain Conant, and marry Miss Lossie himself," said Rensslaer quietly.
Gay laughed.
These two always understand one another, almost as well, Gay thought, only differently, as she and Chris did. And Gay knew his story now, shyly suggested rather than told, a story of self-denial, of self-abnegation for the sake of one loved only too truly and well.
"They are admirably well suited to each other," said Rensslaer. "She adores him, and your coldness, and his male dislike of Captain Conant, are impelling him naturally towards her—a little push, and the thing is done."
Then they both laughed again, and Gay's spirits rose enormously.