"Yes. I am thinking of it. The affairs of the estate are of such a nature that I may be compelled to sacrifice even Chetwynde. You know that for three generations this prospect has been before us."
"But I thought that danger was averted by your marriage?" said Mrs. Hart, in a low voice.
"It was averted for my father's lifetime, but now it remains for me to do justice to those who were wronged by that arrangement; and justice shall be done, even if Chetwynde has to be sacrificed."
"I understand," said Mrs. Hart, in a quiet, thoughtful tone--"and you are going to Florence?"
"Yes, in a few days. But you will be left in the care of those who love you."
"Lady Chetwynde used to love me," said Mrs. Hart; "and I loved her."
"I am glad to know that--more so than I can say."
"She was always tender and loving and true. Your father loved her like a daughter."
"So I have understood."
"You speak coldly."