“And of course I haven’t,” she returned—not at all in this case, plainly, for herself. “But I know it. He’d like her if he could, but he can’t. That,” Mrs. Brook wound up, “is what makes it sure.”
There was at last in Edward’s gravity a positive pathos. “Sure he won’t propose?”
“Sure Mr. Longdon won’t now throw her over.”
“Of course if it IS sure—”
“Well?”
“Why, it is. But of course if it isn’t—”
“Well?”
“Why, she won’t have anything. Anything but US,” he continued to reflect. “Unless, you know, you’re working it on a certainty—!”
“That’s just what I AM working it on. I did nothing till I knew I was safe.”
“‘Safe’?” he ambiguously echoed while on this their eyes met longer.