Clover," said Greenacre
musingly. "If so, she must be a rather uncommon sort of woman,
especially--if you will excuse the remark--in that class."
"She is," replied Gammon with noteworthy emphasis. "I don't know a
woman like her--no one like her. I wouldn't mind betting all I have
that she'll never speak a word as long as she lives about that man.
She'll never tell her daughter. Minnie will suppose that her father
turned up somehow just for a few hours and then went off again for
good and all."
"Remarkable woman," murmured Greenacre. "It saves trouble, of
course."
Possibly he was reflecting whether it might be to his advantage or
not to reveal this little matter in Stanhope Gardens. Perhaps it
seemed to him on the whole that he had done wisely in making known
to Miss Trefoyle only the one marriage (which she might publish or
not as her conscience dictated), and that his store of private
knowledge was the richer by a detail he might or might not some day
utilize. For Mr. Greenacre had a delicacy of his own. He did not
merely aim at sordid profits.
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