"
"I shall not think that," she answered, slowly, because she realised
that it was well that she had been warned in time. "Ughtred, are you
trying to tell me that above all things I must not let him think that
I came here to help you, because if he is angry he will make us all
suffer--and your mother most of all?"
"He'll find a way. We always know he will. He would either be so rude
that you would not stay here--or he would make mother seem rude--or he
would write lies to grandfather. Aunt Betty, she scarcely believes you
are real yet. If she won't tell you things at first, please don't mind."
He looked quite like a child again in his appeal to her, to try to
understand a state of affairs so complicated. "Could you--could you wait
until you have let her get--get used to you?"
"Used to thinking that there may be someone in the world to help her?"
slowly. "Yes, I will. Has anyone ever tried to help her?"
"Once or twice people found out and were sorry at first, but it only
made it worse, because he made them believe things."
"I shall not TRY, Ughtred," said Betty, a remote spark kindling in the
deeps of the pupils of her steel-blue eyes. "I shall not TRY. Now I am
going to ask you some questions.
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