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“
No
;
nor
to
think
the
worse
of
her
if
she
hasn
’
t
.
The
fact
that
she
’
s
an
orphan
ought
,
with
your
ideas
,
to
be
a
merit
.
You
won
’
t
have
to
invite
her
father
and
mother
to
Givre
!
”
“
Adelaide
—
Adelaide
!
”
the
mistress
of
Givre
lamented
.
“
Lucretia
Mary
,
”
the
other
returned
—
and
Darrow
spared
an
instant
’
s
amusement
to
the
quaint
incongruity
of
the
name
—
“
you
know
you
sent
for
Mr
.
Darrow
to
refute
me
;
and
how
can
he
,
till
he
knows
what
I
think
?
”
“
You
think
it
’
s
perfectly
simple
to
let
Owen
marry
a
girl
we
know
nothing
about
?
”
“
No
;
but
I
don
’
t
think
it
’
s
perfectly
simple
to
prevent
him
.
”
The
shrewdness
of
the
answer
increased
Darrow
’
s
interest
in
Miss
Painter
.
She
had
not
hitherto
struck
him
as
being
a
person
of
much
penetration
,
but
he
now
felt
sure
that
her
gimlet
gaze
might
bore
to
the
heart
of
any
practical
problem
.
Madame
de
Chantelle
sighed
out
her
recognition
of
the
difficulty
.
“
I
haven
’
t
a
word
to
say
against
Miss
Viner
;
but
she
’
s
knocked
about
so
,
as
it
’
s
called
,
that
she
must
have
been
mixed
up
with
some
rather
dreadful
people
.
If
only
Owen
could
be
made
to
see
that
—
if
one
could
get
at
a
few
facts
,
I
mean
.
She
says
,
for
instance
,
that
she
has
a
sister
;
but
it
seems
she
doesn
’
t
even
know
her
address
!
”
“
If
she
does
,
she
may
not
want
to
give
it
to
you
.
I
daresay
the
sister
’
s
one
of
the
dreadful
people
.
I
’
ve
no
doubt
that
with
a
little
time
you
could
rake
up
dozens
of
them
:
have
her
‘
traced
’
,
as
they
call
it
in
detective
stories
.
I
don
’
t
think
you
’
d
frighten
Owen
,
but
you
might
:
it
’
s
natural
enough
he
should
have
been
corrupted
by
those
foreign
ideas
.
You
might
even
manage
to
part
him
from
the
girl
;
but
you
couldn
’
t
keep
him
from
being
in
love
with
her
.
I
saw
that
when
I
looked
them
over
last
evening
.
I
said
to
myself
:
‘
It
’
s
a
real
old
-
fashioned
American
case
,
as
sweet
and
sound
as
home
-
made
bread
.
’
Well
,
if
you
take
his
loaf
away
from
him
,
what
are
you
going
to
feed
him
with
instead
?
Which
of
your
nasty
Paris
poisons
do
you
think
he
’
ll
turn
to
?
Supposing
you
succeed
in
keeping
him
out
of
a
really
bad
mess
—
and
,
knowing
the
young
man
as
I
do
,
I
rather
think
that
,
at
this
crisis
,
the
only
way
to
do
it
would
be
to
marry
him
slap
off
to
somebody
else
—
well
,
then
,
who
,
may
I
ask
,
would
you
pick
out
?
One
of
your
sweet
French
ingenues
,
I
suppose
?
With
as
much
mind
as
a
minnow
and
as
much
snap
as
a
soft
-
boiled
egg
.
You
might
hustle
him
into
that
kind
of
marriage
;
I
daresay
you
could
—
but
if
I
know
Owen
,
the
natural
thing
would
happen
before
the
first
baby
was
weaned
.
