Jack's madly in love with Mrs.
Crofton--and--and--it's all so pitiful and absurd--"
"I doubt if you're quite fair to Mrs. Crofton, Janet," said Godfrey, in a
singular tone. "I fancy she really does care for Jack. Of course it seems
odd to all of us, but still, after all, odder things have been known! If
you ask me whether they will marry in the end--that's quite another
matter. If you ask me whether they're engaged, well, yes, I'm inclined to
think they are!"
Even Betty felt violently disturbed and astonished.
"Oh, Godfrey!" she exclaimed. "D'you really think that?"
"I can't tell you what makes me think so, or rather I'd rather not tell
you. But I don't think you need worry, if you'll only take a long view.
They can't marry yet, and long before they could marry, she'll have got
tired of him, and fond of someone else."
Betty gave him a quick look. Was he really unconscious of the reason why
Mrs. Crofton had come to Beechfield?
Through her mind in a flash there crowded the many small, almost
imperceptible, impressions made on her mind by the new tenant of The
Trellis House. Enid Crofton in love with Jack? Betty shook her head. The
idea was absurd.
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