"How can I tell that she's a proper person to be a friend to me?
I know what her mother was, at all events." "Her mother?
What do you know of her mother ?" Julian had never known the whole story of that scar on his wife's forehead.
"Never mind," said Harriet, nodding significantly.
"I have no idea what you mean," Julian returned.

"At all events I can trust Waymark, and I know very well he would not have brought her here, if she hadn't been a proper person for you to know.

But come," he added quickly, making an effort to dismiss the disagreeable tone between them, "there's surely no need for us to talk like this, Harriet.

I am sure you will like her, when you know her better.

Promise me that you will try, dear.