“It was always so in books,” said Nina, warmly, “always money at stake when there was a mystery; but in this case mystery was a precaution. You didn’t want my father to know where I was.”
“No,” he said, bluntly.
“And he set spies to watch you, but you were equal to them, and he couldn’t find out whether you had me in England or America.”
Her husband muttered an unintelligible response.
“And when he sent you news of his death, you were so sure it was a trick preparatory to his making a desperate effort to obtain possession of me, that you decided to marry me?”
“Yes, I married you,” he said, shortly; “don’t talk about him.”
“How much did you tell Lady Forrest about me?”
“Only that you had an undesirable relative in England whom I did not wish you to meet.”
“Would he have kidnapped me?” she inquired, in an awestruck voice.
“I don’t know.”