No need to speak of it, though.

It would be almost profanity to talk to this women, who knew about as much of it as an African fetish-worshipper knows of the Eternal--of that love which counts fidelity not by months and years; which, though it has its root in mortal life, stretches out safely and fearlessly into the life everlasting.
"Well, I'll go, and perhaps my going away will bring him to the point," was the fond resolution of Miss Susan Bennett.
Mrs.Grey, infinitely relieved, wrote the requisite letters and dismissed her, determined to call that day and explain as much of the matter to honest Mrs.Ferguson as might put the girl in a safe position, where she would have a chance of turning out well, or, at least, better than if she had remained at Avonsbridge.
Then Christian had time to think of herself.

Here was Sir Edwin Uniacke--this daring, unscrupulous man, close at her very doors; meeting her at evening parties; making acquaintance with her children, for Titia had told her how kind the gentleman was, and how politely he had inquired after her "new mamma." Of vanity, either to be wounded or flattered, Christian had absolutely none.

And she had never read French novels.

It no more occurred to her that Sir Edwin would come and make love to her, now she was Dr.
Grey's wife, than that she herself should have any feeling--except pity-- in knowing of his love-affair with Miss Bennett.