“He was generous-hearted enough for anything,” I answered, with calculated impulsiveness.
“Her father asked me to give my word that the matter would not go any further, so you will remember that you hold a secret that affects three human beings at least.”
“I shall of course be as silent as the grave.”
He began to open his correspondence, and I rose to leave the room.
“Oh, by the way, my wife and my niece have struck up quite a friendship. My wife remains at the Grange, and I shall go down there again for a few days next week.”
I looked pleased.
“I believe,” he added, smiling, “you have been indulging in some diplomacy at our expense. Don’t you think my niece is a beautiful woman?”
“I think everyone would admit that.”
“I expect she will make a very brilliant match.”
I went out. I knew quite well why this last remark had been made, and smiled inwardly. Mr. Gascoyne had thought gently to dissuade me from indulging in hopes which were improbable of fulfilment. He could not know how carefully I had calculated all the obstacles that stood in the way of my success.