"
"As long as that's understood, she does him no harm. We discount all you
say, Miss Quisante."
The Dean's affability was thrown away on Aunt Maria.
"I know what I'm talking about," she remarked grimly, "and as far as your
Crusade goes, I should think you'd have seen it yourself by now."
The Dean had seen it himself by now, but he did not wish to say so in the
presence of Quisante's wife. May's laugh relieved him a little.
"The Dean's very forgiving," she said, "and Alexander's doing well now,
anyhow, isn't he?"
The Dean agreed that he was doing well now--for in spite of his
disclaimers of partisanship there was a spice of the fighting man in the
Dean--and repeated Lady Castlefort's prophecy, reported to him by Lady
Richard. The rusty black bonnet nodded approvingly. "I knew that was a
sensible woman, in spite of her airs," said Miss Quisante.
Lastly, among those whom Miss Quisante encountered at her nephew's house
was Lady Mildmay, and this interview took a rather more serious turn. In
after days May used to look back to it as the first faint sign of the new
factor which from now began to make itself felt in her life and to become
a very pressing presence to her.
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