"He says so. He says she behaved like an angel, like a saint, about it. When you think how she cared! I suppose she saw it was the way to save him."
Straker was silent. He saw Nora Viveash as he had seen her on the terrace two years ago, on the day of Philippa's arrival; and as she had come to him afterward and asked him to stand by Furnival in his bad hour.
"What is it like, Furny's Idea?" he asked presently.
"It's rather like Nora, only different. It's her niece, you know."
"If it's Nora's niece, it must be very young."
"It is. It's absurdly young. But, oh, so determined!"
"Has she by any chance got Nora's temperament?"
"She's got her own temperament," said Fanny.
Straker meditated on that.
"How does it take him?" he inquired.