'But, in any case,' he said aloud, partly continuing his
thoughts, partly replying to a look of disappointment on his
wife's face, 'how do you know that he has any wish to come and
see Marian?'
'I don't know anything about it, of course.'
'And you may have made a mistake about her. What made you think
she--had him in mind?'
'Well, it was her way of speaking, you know. And then, she asked
if you had got a dislike to him.'
'She did? H'm! Well, I don't think Milvain is any good to Marian.
He's just the kind of man to make himself agreeable to a girl for
the fun of the thing.'
Mrs Yule looked alarmed.
'Oh, if you really think that, don't let him come. I wouldn't for
anything.'
'I don't say it for certain.' He took a sip of his coffee. 'I
have had no opportunity of observing him with much attention. But
he's not the kind of man I care for.'
'Then no doubt it's better as it is.'
'Yes. I don't see that anything could be done now. We shall see
whether he gets on. I advise you not to mention him to her.'
'Oh no, I won't.'
She moved as if to go away, but her heart had been made uneasy by
that short conversation which followed on Marian's reading the
letter, and there were still things she wished to put into words.
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