"
"What help can I give?" asked Woodstock, again cooling down, though
his eyes had in them a most unwonted light. He spoke as if simply
asking for information.
"I thought you might suggest something as to modes of defence, and
the like. The expenses I would somehow or other meet myself. It
appears that she will plead not guilty."
"And what's your belief?"
"I can't make up my mind."
"In that case, it seems to me, you ought to give her the benefit of
the doubt; especially as you seem to have made up your mind pretty
clearly about this Mrs. What's-her-name."
Waymark was silent, looking at Mr. Woodstock, and reflecting.
"What are your intentions with regard to the girl?" Abraham asked,
with a change in his voice, the usual friendliness coming back. He
looked at the young man in a curious way; one would almost have
said, with apprehensive expectation.
"I have no intentions."
"You would have had, but for this affair?"
"No; you are mistaken. I know the position is difficult to realise."
"Have you intentions, then, in any other quarter?"
"Well, perhaps yes."
"I've never heard anything of this."
"I could scarcely talk of a matter so uncertain.
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