"Yes. But for God's sake don't tell her that."
"It's all right. She knows she isn't going to see you."
"Well?"
She felt the queer, pathetic clinging of his mind to her as if it realized that she held his honour and Fanny's happiness in her hands.
"She's not going to give up that five hundred without a struggle."
"The deuce she isn't. On what grounds does she claim it?"
"She says you advised her to make a certain investment, and that you promised to lend her half the sum she wanted."
"I made no promise. I said, 'Perhaps that sum might be forthcoming.' I made it very clear that it would depend on circumstances."
"On circumstances that she understood—knew about?"
"Er—on circumstances that—No. She didn't know about them."