He may be inclined to let the case
drop. He ought to be weary of it by this time."
Juliet looked wistfully at him. "Can't we be plain with one
another?"
"No," said Mallow, shaking his head, "you have your suspicions
and I mine. Let us refrain from talking about the matter."
Miss Saxon drew a breath of relief. "I think that is best,"
she said, and her expression was reflected in the eyes of her
lover. "When will you come and see mother?"
"Next week. If her objection is a question of money, you can
hand over the whole of that income you have inherited."
"Aunt Selina's six thousand a year! Why?"
"Because I have enough money for us both, and when Caranby
dies I shall be almost a millionaire. I don't like you having
this money."
"But your reason?"
"I have none that I can tell you. Besides, if we can buy Mrs.
Octagon's consent with even six thousand a year--"
"I do not mind," said Juliet. "But now that I know you are
really innocent, and I take shame to myself for having doubted
you, I am willing to marry you, even though my mother
withholds her consent."
"My darling!" Cuthbert folded the girl in his arms and kissed
her. "I now know that you truly love me. Indeed, I never
doubted you."
"But I doubted myself," said Juliet tearfully. "I should
never have suspected you, even though the evidence was so
strong."
"You lost your head for the moment," said her lover, "but
don't let us talk any more about the matter.
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