She decided she would be quite frank with her if the occasion required, and if she should, by chance, make the same insinuation of the continuance of the Tancred race as Lady Ethelrida had innocently done, she would have plainly to say that was not in the transaction.

For her own ends she must be Lord Tancred's wife and let her uncle have what glory he pleased from the position; if that were his reason, and as for Lord Trancred's ends, he was to receive money.

That was all: it was quite simple.
The two women were mutually surprised when they looked at one another.
Lady Tancred's first impression was, "It is true she is a very disturbing type, but how well bred and how beautiful!" And Zara thought, "It is possible that, after all, I may be wrong.

She looks too proud to have stooped to plan this thing.

It may be only Lord Tancred's doing--men are more horrible than women." "This is Zara, Mother," Tristram said.
And Lady Tancred held out her hands, and then drew her new daughter--that was to be--nearer and kissed her.
And over Zara there crept a thrill.