7/33 She will be able to count on six hundred a year at least.' Carnaby received the news with a brightened visage. She let that fact escape in her fury--congratulated herself on being so far prudent. Really, I never knew a more hateful woman.' It was said without vehemence, with none of that raising of the voice which so offended her: a deliberate judgment, in carefully chosen words. Hugh tried to smile, but could not quite command his features; they expressed an uneasy thoughtfulness. |