“And why in the world doesn’t she do do?” I asked.
Adelaide had a pause. “She says you know.”
Then on my also hesitating she added: “A condition he makes.”
“The Coxon Fund?” I panted.
“He has mentioned to her his having told you about it.”
“Ah but so little! Do you mean she has accepted the trust?”
“In the most splendid spirit—as a duty about which there can be no two opinions.” To which my friend added: “Of course she’s thinking of Mr. Saltram.”
I gave a quick cry at this, which, in its violence, made my visitor turn pale. “How very awful!”
“Awful?”
“Why, to have anything to do with such an idea one’s self.”