But she has consulted a
specialist, who tells her she will walk again in a few
months."
"Then I suppose since she has made money through Hale's
gambling-house she will marry him out of gratitude."
"She will marry Mallow," said Mrs. Herne, closing her mouth
firmly.
"Lord Caranby may object."
"His objections will be overcome," she replied, with a crafty
smile.
"In what way? I am not curious, but--"
"I have my own opinion of that, Mr. Jennings."
"Well, I should like to know how the obstinate objections of a
firm old man like Caranby are to be overcome."
"Ah, now you wish to know too much," said Mrs. Herne, laughing
and moving towards the center of the room. "I refuse to tell
you that. But if you are friendly with Miss Saxon, tell her
to give up Mr. Mallow. Otherwise--"
"Otherwise," echoed Jennings, curious to know why she paused.
"She will lose what is dearest to her."
"Humph! I wonder what that can be. Had you not better
threaten Miss Saxon personally, Mrs. Herne?"
"I have no need to, Maraquito will do that. With my niece as
an enemy, Miss Saxon has no chance of gaining the prize she
desires."
"But you reckon without the feelings of Mr. Mallow. He loves--"
"He does not--he does not!" cried Mrs. Herne, pressing one
hand to her heart and speaking fiercely; "he loves Maraquito.
And is she not worthy to be loved? Is she--go--go." Mrs.
Herne waved her hand. "I have told you everything you asked,
and more.
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