'But I am surprised that you don't see the literary
merit of the work. I thought it would distinctly appeal to you.'
There was a strangeness in his voice, as well as in the words,
which caused her to look at him inquiringly. She knew him well
enough to understand that such a notice would irritate him
profoundly; but why should he go out of his way to show it her,
and with this peculiar acerbity of manner?
'Why do you say that, father?'
'It doesn't occur to you who may probably have written it?'
She could not miss his meaning; astonishment held her mute for a
moment, then she said:
'Surely Mr Fadge wrote it himself?'
'I am told not. I am informed on very good authority that one of
his young gentlemen has the credit of it.'
'You refer, of course, to Mr Milvain,' she replied quietly. 'But
I think that can't be true.'
He looked keenly at her. He had expected a more decided protest.
'I see no reason for disbelieving it.'
'I see every reason, until I have your evidence.'
This was not at all Marian's natural tone in argument with him.
She was wont to be submissive.
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