I can't believe it, and yet it may be something of the
kind. That would account for old Sir Jasper's whim, and Treherne's
steady denial of any knowledge of the cause. How in heaven's name did
you learn this?"
"My woman's wit suggested it, and my woman's will shall confirm or
destroy the suspicion. My lady and Octavia evidently know nothing, but
they shall if there is any danger of the girl's being won by him."
"You would not tell her!" exclaimed Annon.
"I will, unless you do it" was the firm answer.
"Never! To betray a friend, even to gain the woman I love, is a thing I
cannot do; my honor forbids it."
Mrs. Snowdon smiled scornfully.
"Men's code of honor is a strong one, and we poor women suffer from it.
Leave this to me; do your best, and if all other means fail, you may be
glad to try my device to prevent Maurice from marrying his cousin.
Gratitude and pity are strong allies, and if he recovers, his strong
will will move heaven and earth to gain her. Good night." And leaving
her last words to rankle in Annon's mind, Mrs. Snowdon departed to
endure sleepless hours full of tormenting memories, newborn hopes, and
alternations of determination and despair.
Treherne's prospect of recovery filled the whole house with delight, for
his patient courage and unfailing cheerfulness had endeared him to all.
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