"Wouldn't that solve the difficulty ?" Ransford shook his head and made no answer.

He picked up his letters again and went out, and down a long stone-walled passage which led to his surgery at the side of the house.

He was alone there when he had shut the door--and he relieved his feelings with a deep groan.
"Heaven help me if the lad ever insists on the real truth and on having proofs and facts given to him!" he muttered.

"I shouldn't mind telling her, when she's a bit older--but he wouldn't understand as she would.
Anyway, thank God I can keep up the pleasant fiction about the money without her ever knowing that I told her a deliberate lie just now.
But--what's in the future?
Here's one man to be dismissed already, and there'll be others, and one of them will be the favoured man.

That man will have to be told! And--so will she, then.