But what was this Betty was saying?--her face rather drawn and white, all
the bright colour drifted out of it--"Of course we must, Janet! Besides
Godfrey was not to blame--not at the last."
Janet knew what Betty meant. That at the end it was she who had failed
him. But when their engagement had been broken off, Godfrey had been
worse than penniless--in debt, and entirely through his own fault. He
had gambled away what little money he had, and it had ended in his going
off to Australia--alone.
Then an astounding thing had happened. Godfrey had had a fortune left him
by an eccentric old man in whose employment he had been as secretary for
a while. His luck still holding, he had gone through most of the war,
including Gallipoli, with only one wound, which had left no ill effects.
A man so fortunate ought not to have neglected his old friends.
Janet Tosswill, the step-mother completely merging into the friend, came
forward, and put her arms round the girl's shoulders. "Look here, Betty.
Wouldn't you rather go away? I don't suppose he'll stay longer than
Monday or Tuesday--"
"I shouldn't think of going away! I expect he's forgotten all about that
old affair.
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