Yet we lived together, and--and I had the nursing of him." Millicent was listening gravely without interrupting--like a man.

She had the gift of adapting herself to her environments in a marked degree.
"And," he added curtly, "no one knows how much I wanted that three thousand a year." The girl moved uneasily, and glanced towards the conservatory.
"He was not an old man," Guy Oscard went on.

"He was only forty-nine.

He might have lived another thirty years." She nodded, understanding the significance of his tone.
"There," he said, with an awkward laugh, "do you still believe in me ?" "Yes," she answered, still looking away.
There was a little pause.

They were both sitting forward in their chairs looking towards the conservatory.
"It was not the money that tempted me," said Guy very deliberately; "it was you." She rose from her chair as if to join her aunt and the horticultural old gentleman.
"You must not say that," she said, in little more than a whisper, and without looking round she went towards Lady Cantourne.