VOLUME II
44. CHAPTER XLIV
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"You won't hurt her, perhaps. But will you help her?--that's the
real issue."
"Is she in need of help?" he asked slowly, with a penetrating
look.
"Most women always are," said Henrietta, with conscientious
evasiveness and generalising less hopefully than usual. "If you
go to Rome," she added, "I hope you'll be a true friend--snot a
selfish one!" And she turned off and began to look at the
pictures.
Caspar Goodwood let her go and stood watching her while she
wandered round the room; but after a moment he rejoined her.
"You've heard something about her here," he then resumed. "I
should like to know what you've heard."
Henrietta had never prevaricated in her life, and, though on this
occasion there might have been a fitness in doing so, she
decided, after thinking some minutes, to make no superficial
exception. "Yes, I've heard," she answered; "but as I don't want
you to go to Rome I won't tell you."
"Just as you please. I shall see for myself," he said. Then
inconsistently, for him, "You've heard she's unhappy!" he added.
"Oh, you won't see that!" Henrietta exclaimed.
"I hope not. When do you start?"
"To-morrow, by the evening train. And you?"
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