on her face, and her hands still nervously clasped together in her lap.
“And now,” I said in conclusion, “tell me if you can think of any condition which, in the case we have supposed, you would wish me to make for you—subject, of course, to your guardian’s approval, as you are not yet of age.”
She moved uneasily in her chair, then looked in my face on a sudden very earnestly.
“If it does happen,” she began faintly, “if I am----”
“If you are married,” I added, helping her out.
“Don’t let
a suspicion I felt when you gave me the letter to read.”
“I suppose you had your reasons, Mr. Hartright, for concealing that suspicion from me till this moment?”
“I was afraid to encourage it in myself. I thought it was utterly preposterous—I distrusted it as the result of some perversity in my