"
"That makes things worse than ever," said the judge. "I was beginning
dimly to understand some of your actions before you told me that. Now
I'm utterly and completely at sea. Why you should have tried to stop
me coming to Ballymoy if you didn't know I was Miss King's uncle is
beyond me altogether."
"I really can't go into that," said Meldon. "You must understand it
perfectly well, and in any case I'm bound to respect Miss King's
confidence. I can't possibly repeat to you things she has said to me
in a strictly private way."
"Of course if my niece--but that puzzles me even more. She hasn't said
a word to me about any private understanding with you."
"She wouldn't," said Meldon, "and I daresay I ought not to have
mentioned that such a thing exists. However, in the end, of course,
you'll know all about it."
"In the end?"
"Yes. After the marriage. Shortly after."
"If she really is to be married," said the judge, "I wish she'd hurry
up about it. I hate these mysteries."
"You can't hate them more than I do," said Meldon, "and you can rely
upon me to bring things to their crisis, their preliminary crisis--the
actual marriage can't take place for a fortnight--as soon as possible.
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