I am not astonished that she suspects me." "But what motive can she impute--" Caranby laid aside the long coil he was holding and laughed quietly to himself.

"Oh, she'll find a motive if it suits her.

But what I cannot understand is, why she should accuse me now.

She has had ample opportunity during the past twenty years, since the death of Miss Saul, for instance." "She did not exactly accuse you." "No, a woman like that would not.

And then of course, her sister dying only last night affords her the opportunity of getting me into trouble.
But I am afraid Mrs.Octagon will be disappointed of her revenge, long though she has waited." "Revenge! remember, sir, she is the mother of Juliet." "I sincerely hope Juliet does not take after her, then," said Lord Caranby, tartly.