It's very human." Lashmar wore the Toplady smile.
"It never occurred to our friend," he said, "that her niece might undertake the great trust instead of you ?" "She has spoken to me quite frankly about that.

The trust cannot be so great as it would have been, but it remains with me.

Miss Tomalin, it 'nay be hoped, will play not quite an ordinary part in the fashionable world; she has ideas of her own, and"-- the voice was modulated--"some faith in herself.

But my position is different, and perhaps my mind.
Lady Ogram assures me that her faith in me, and her hopes, have suffered no change.

For one thing, the mill is to become my property.
Then--" She hesitated, and her eyes passed over the listener's face.