Old Miss Quisante's advice recurred to her mind; was this the nice
husband who would give her a safety not incompatible with a continued
interest in Alexander Quisante? She smiled regretfully; Marchmont did not
fit at all into Aunt Maria's scheme.
"I don't want to question you," he said, "but if you will speak plainly
to me I shall be glad. The change came at Ashwood?"
"There's been no change; there's been a failure to change. When I saw you
last, I thought I might change so as to be able to do what you wanted.
Now I know I can't."
"And why?" She was silent; he went on, speaking lower. "Is there any
truth at all in what Dick Benyon thinks? It seemed to me incredible. Will
you tell me that I may utterly disbelieve that at all events?"
"No, I can't tell you to disbelieve it utterly."
The love for her which was his strongest appeal left his face; he looked
aghast, at a loss, almost disgusted. His hands moved in a gesture of
protest.
"I don't tell you to believe it. I can tell you nothing about it just
now. I admit you had a right to ask me, but I can say nothing more now.
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