By the why," Jennings balanced his hat between two forefingers, "I suppose your niece's complaint is incurable ?" "She thought so until lately.

But she has consulted a specialist, who tells her she will walk again in a few months." "Then I suppose since she has made money through Hale's gambling-house she will marry him out of gratitude." "She will marry Mallow," said Mrs.Herne, closing her mouth firmly.
"Lord Caranby may object." "His objections will be overcome," she replied, with a crafty smile.
"In what way?
I am not curious, but--" "I have my own opinion of that, Mr.Jennings." "Well, I should like to know how the obstinate objections of a firm old man like Caranby are to be overcome." "Ah, now you wish to know too much," said Mrs.Herne, laughing and moving towards the center of the room.

"I refuse to tell you that.
But if you are friendly with Miss Saxon, tell her to give up Mr.
Mallow.

Otherwise--" "Otherwise," echoed Jennings, curious to know why she paused.
"She will lose what is dearest to her." "Humph! I wonder what that can be.

Had you not better threaten Miss Saxon personally, Mrs.Herne ?" "I have no need to, Maraquito will do that.