She again felt the trap closing about her.
"How clearly you see things, Tony."
"Mary, darling, I see things as Lord Haversham. But I would to God this were not asked of you."
The words burst from him as he saw the tears gather in his sister's eyes. At the tenderness of his voice the barriers of her grief broke down. She wept in his arms, but at last drew erect.
"You are quite sure, Tony?" she asked again.
"Yes, dear."
"I will remember this talk when the time comes."
Haversham did not inquire when this time would be. He left everything now to his sister, inwardly deciding not to persuade her further.
"Meantime," he lightly suggested, "what is happening to Peter?"