wife's face, 'how do you know that he has any wish to come and
see Marian?'

'I don't know anything about it, of course.'

'And you may have made a mistake about her. What made you think
she--had him in mind?'

'Well, it was her way of speaking, you know. And then, she asked
if you had got a dislike to him.'

'She did? H'm! Well, I don't think Milvain is any good to Marian.
He's just the kind of man to make himself agreeable to a girl for
the fun of the thing.'

Mrs Yule looked alarmed.

'Oh, if you really think that, don't let him come. I wouldn't for
anything.'

'I don't say it for certain.' He took a sip of his coffee. 'I
have had no opportunity of observing him with much attention. But
he's not the kind of man I care for.'

'Then no doubt it's better as it is.'

'Yes. I don't see that anything could be done now. We shall see
whether he gets on. I advise you not to mention him to her.'

'Oh no, I won't.'