“I see what you mean, Mrs. Quiggin,” said Lovibond.
“I don’t want the money, though he was so cruel as to say I had only married him for sake of it. But you could put it back into Dumbell’s Bank day by day as you got it.”
“In whose name?” said Lovibond.
The great eyes opened very wide. “His, surely,” she said falteringly.
Lovibond saw the folly of that thought, but he also recognized its tenderness.
“Very well,” he said; “I’ll do my best.”
“Will it be wrong to deceive him, Mr. Lovibond?”
“It will be mercy itself, Mrs. Quiggin.”
“To be sure, it is only to save him from ruin. But you will not believe that I am thinking of myself, Mr. Lovibond?”
“Trust me for that, Mrs. Quiggin.”