"
"Has she complained to you?"
"Oh, no! But I understand now what always puzzled me. I understand
her"----
She checked herself, and turned quietly from him. Strategy must
always be liable to slips from one cause or another, and Mrs. Wade's
prudence had, for the moment, yielded to her impulses.
"You think she has all along been unhappy?"
"No, nothing of the kind. But when we have been speaking of the
position of women--that kind of thing--I have noticed something
strange--an anxiety. I was only going to say that, after having
succeeded thus far, it seems a pity to lose everything when a little
prudence."
She waved her hand.
"Do you believe," Denzil asked, "that his story of finding her by
mere chance is true?"
"Lilian tells me that only your most intimate friend shared the
secret."
"Glazzard? Of course _he_ has nothing to do with it. But some one
else may have"----
He walked apart, brooding. Mrs. Wade seated herself, and became
thoughtful.
"What sort of a fellow is this?" Quarrier asked, of a sudden.
"It depends who is dealing with him," she answered, meeting his look
with eyes full of sympathetic expression. "I read him at once, and
managed him. He is too weak for serious villainy. He doesn't seem to
have thought of extorting money from you. Lilian was his only
object. He would have taken her away by force.
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