It was natural that her mother should believe the story which had been told to her, let it have come from where it might.

There was in her mind some suspicion of the truth.

She acknowledged a great animosity to her cousin Augustus, and regarded him as one of the causes of her unhappiness.

But she knew nothing of the real facts; she did not even suspect that Augustus had seen his brother after Harry had dealt with him, or that he was responsible for his brother's absence.

But she knew that she disliked him, and in some way she connected his name with Harry's misfortune.
Of one thing she was certain: let them,--the Mountjoys, and Prospers, and the rest of the world,--think and say what they would of Harry, she would be true to him.