I saw
at once that I had not spoken a moment too soon."
"There must have been a certain awkwardness about the next
meeting," suggested Antony.
"Naturally, he has not been here since. No doubt they would have
been bound to meet up at the Red House sooner or later."
"Oh,--this was only quite lately?"
"Last week, Mr. Gillingham. I spoke just in time."
"Ah!" said Antony, under his breath. He had been waiting for it.
He would have liked now to have gone away, so that he might have
thought over the new situation by himself; or, perhaps
preferably, to have changed partners for a little while with
Bill. Miss Norbury would hardly be ready to confide in a
stranger with the readiness of a mother, but he might have learnt
something by listening to her. For which of them had she the
greater feeling, Cayley or Mark? Was she really prepared to
marry Mark? Did she love him or the other--or neither? Mrs.
Norbury was only a trustworthy witness in regard to her own
actions and thoughts; he had learnt all that was necessary of
those, and only the daughter now had anything left to tell him.
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