Susannah frowned in a troubled way.
"You have never been sincere with me, and I think I have deserved some frankness; you were entangled before you flung up your post under Pelham."
My lord interrupted with an air of sudden weariness.
"There are always the Jews, and in one way and another one may float. I have been lucky of late at play."
"As you will," answered Miss Chressham quietly. "My lady is content, but I cannot help—Ah! well, I have no right to play the monitor."
"You are the guardian angel of our house," smiled my lord, and gave her a soft, half-amused look. "Have you heard lately from Marius?"
Her face clouded.
"I do not care to hear you speak of him."
"Why not?"
"You well know why. You believe that of him I never can nor will believe."