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Unless indeed it was the
blind working of the law that in our world of chances the luckless _must_
be put in the wrong somehow.
And musing thus on the general inclination of our instincts towards
injustice I met unexpectedly, at the turn of the road, as it were, a
shape of duplicity. It might have been unconscious on Mrs. Fyne's part,
but her leading idea appeared to me to be not to keep, not to preserve
her brother, but to get rid of him definitely. She did not hope to stop
anything. She had too much sense for that. Almost anyone out of an
idiot asylum would have had enough sense for that. She wanted the
protest to be made, emphatically, with Fyne's fullest concurrence in
order to make all intercourse for the future impossible. Such an action
would estrange the pair for ever from the Fynes. She understood her
brother and the girl too. Happy together, they would never forgive that
outspoken hostility--and should the marriage turn out badly . . . Well,
it would be just the same. Neither of them would be likely to bring
their troubles to such a good prophet of evil.


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