"You are very good to me; and perhaps I don't deserve it."

"Try to deserve it. If I get this situation for you, will you make me one
promise?"

"A dozen,"

"One is enough--that you will give up Sir Edwin Uniacke."

"How do you mean?"

"Don't meet him, don't write to him--don't hold any communication
with him for three months. If he wants you, let him come and ask you
like an honest man."

Miss Bennett shook her head. "He's a baronet, you know."

"No matter. An honest man and an honest woman are perfectly equal,
even though one is a baronet and the other a daily governess. And, if
love is worth any thing, it will last three months; if worth nothing, it
had better go."

But even while she was speaking--plain truths which she believed with
her whole heart--Christian felt, in this case, the bitter satire of her
words.

Susan Bennett only smiled at them in a vague, uncomprehending way.
"Would you have trusted your lover--that means Dr. Grey, I suppose--
for three months?"