Would it be unpleasant to you to favour me with explanations ?' She saw the pain her question gave him, and, passing it, said: 'Of course you need not be told that Rose must hear of this ?' 'Yes,' said Evan, 'she must hear it.' 'You know what that 's equivalent to?
But, if you like, I will not speak to her till you, have left us.' 'Instantly,' cried Evan.

'Now-to-night! I would not have her live a minute in a false estimate of me.' Had Lady Jocelyn's intellect been as penetrating as it was masculine, she would have taken him and turned him inside out in a very short time; for one who would bear to see his love look coldly on him rather than endure a minute's false estimate of his character, and who could yet stoop to concoct a vile plot, must either be mad or simulating the baseness for some reason or other.

She perceived no motive for the latter, and she held him to be sound in the head, and what was spoken from the mouth she accepted.

Perhaps, also, she saw in the complication thus offered an escape for Rose, and was the less inclined to elucidate it herself.

But if her intellect was baffled, her heart was unerring.
A man proved guilty of writing an anonymous letter would not have been allowed to stand long in her room.