“Well, I shan’t forget. I’ll take care to let him know, and you may depend upon me.”
CHAPTER XXXIX.
VANE TREVOR OPENS HIS MIND
After a silence, Mr. Vane Trevor, whose thoughts were not quite abandoned to Henbane and his friend William Maubray, but had begun to flow in a more selfish channel, said—
“Miss Darkwell, I suppose, in the garden?”
“Violet’s gone for a few days to our friends, the Mainwarings, at their new Rectory; they seem to like it extremely.”
“Oh, do they? That’s delightful,” said Trevor, who looked very dismal. “And so Miss Darkwell is there?”
Miss Perfect nodded.