He felt it as he held her, and after a moment or
two very tenderly he laid her back.
"God bless you, my dear!" he said. "You needn't be afraid. I've learnt my
lesson, and I shan't forget it."
"The lesson of love!" she murmured, holding his hand against her thumping
heart.
"Yes. Juliet began the teaching. A wonderful girl that. She seems to
know everything. I wonder where she learnt it."
"She is wonderful," Vera agreed thoughtfully. "I sometimes think she has
had a hard life. She says so little about herself."
"She has moved among a fairly rapid lot," observed the squire. "Lord
Saltash is intimate enough to call her by her Christian name."
"Does he ever talk about her?" asked Vera, interested.
"Not much," said the squire.
"You think he is fond of her at all?"
"I don't know. He doesn't see much of her. I haven't quite got his
measure yet. He isn't the sort of man I thought he was anyway."
"Then it wasn't true about Lady Joanna Farringmore?" questioned Vera.
Fielding hesitated. "I don't know," he said again. "I have a suspicion
that that report was not entirely unfounded. But however that may be, she
isn't with him now.
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