“There’s one thing more. Miss Ley: I fancied—that Mrs. Murray . . . . I dare say I was wrong, but I shouldn’t like her to think too ill of me.”
“I’m afraid you must put up with that,” replied Miss Ley sharply. “There was nothing in the way of an engagement between you?”
“Nothing.”
“I shall see her in a day or two, and I’ll tell her that you’re going to be married.”
“But what will she think of me?”
“I suppose you don’t want her to know the truth?”
“No. I told you only because I felt I must talk it over with someone. Of all persons, I least wish Mrs. Murray to know.”
“Then you must let her think as she chooses. Good-bye.”
“Have you nothing more to say to me than that?” he asked despairingly.
“My dear, if you can suffer all things, you may venture all things.”