After all, he had not _said_ he was going to do anything.

He had implied it, to be sure, but he had not committed himself to anything very definite.
Perhaps Nelly would not discover, for a time at least, the dangerous service Langrishe had gone on.

She was no more fond of the newspapers than any other young girl.

For the moment he was grateful to the Dowager that she claimed so much of Nelly's time.
He began to look forward with a fearful anticipation to Nelly's marriage to her cousin.

Something must be settled at once, before she could begin to grieve over Langrishe.