_You_ must realise the impossibility of that," he answered slowly.
"And you think it right to let her marry you in ignorance ?" Max hesitated.

Then-- "She trusts me," he said at last.
"Pish! For how long?
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When she sees daily under her eyes things that she cannot explain, unaccountable things, how long will she remain satisfied, I ask you?
And then will begin unhappiness." Errington stiffened.
"And what has our--supposititious--unhappiness to do with you, Signor Baroni ?" he asked haughtily.
"_Your_ unhappiness?
Nothing.