But Miss Van Tuyn shook her head.
“He’s got nerves of steel. I am sure of it. Besides—”
She paused, and a strange conscious look came into her face—a look which Lady Sellingworth did not understand.
“Yes?” she said at last, as Beryl did not speak.
“Adela, I know you will not believe me. I know—you spoke once of my being very vain, but—but there are things a girl does know about a man, really there are! They may seem ridiculous, crazy to others, but—”
“What is it, Beryl?”
“I believe besides wanting my money he wants me. That’s why I’m afraid. If it weren’t for that I—perhaps I shouldn’t have come to-night. Can you believe it?”
Lady Sellingworth looked at the girl with eyes which in spite of herself were hard. She knew they were hard, but she could not help it. Then she said:
“Yes, I can believe it.”
“And that he may—he may persist in spite of all. He may refuse to give it up.”