The whole business side of
the matter was unknown to her. She had never speculated on his
circumstances, and she was constitutionally and rather proudly
indifferent to questions of money. Vaguely, of course, she knew that the
Marshams were rich and that Tallyn was Lady Lucy's. Beyond, she had
never inquired.
This absence of all self-love in her attitude--together with her
complete ignorance of the calculation in which she was involved--touched
him sharply. It kept him silent about the money; it seemed impossible to
speak of it. And yet all the time the thought of it clamored--perhaps
increasingly--in his own mind.
He told her that they must stand firm--that she must be patient--that
Ferrier would work for them--and Lady Lucy would come round. And she,
loving him more and more with every word, seeing in him a god of
consolation and of chivalry, trusted him wholly. It was characteristic
of her that she did not attempt heroics for the heroics' sake; there was
no idea of renouncing him with a flourish of trumpets. He said he loved
her, and she believed him. But her heart went on its knees to him in a
gratitude that doubled love, even in the midst of her aching
bewilderment and pain.
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