Maraquito uttered a low cry of rage, but managed to control
herself with an effort. "Do you?" she asked.

Caranby shrugged his thin shoulders. "I am neutral. So long
as Cuthbert marries the woman he loves, I do not mind."

"And what about the woman who loves him?"

"Miss Saxon? Oh, I am sure--"

"I don't mean Miss Saxon, and he will never marry her--never.
You know that Mr. Mallow is poor. Miss Saxon has no money--"

"Pardon me. I hear her aunt, Miss Loach, who was
unfortunately murdered at Rexton, has left her six thousand a
year."

Senora Gredos turned quite pale and clenched her hands, but
she managed to control herself again with a powerful effort
and masked the rage she felt under a bland, false smile.

"Oh, that makes a difference," she said calmly. "I hope they
will be happy--if they marry," she added significantly.

"Oh, that is quite settled," said Caranby.

"There's many a slip between the cup and the lip," said
Maraquito viciously. "Yonder is Mr. Saxon. Tell him to come
to me."