THE WINGS OF THE DOVE
"Everything."
This, with the way he dropped it, again considerably moved her—made her feel for a moment that, as a matter of course, she was a subject for disclosures. But she quickly found her answer. "Oh, as for that, you must ask her."
"Your clever companion?"
"Mrs. Lowder."
He replied to this that their hostess was a person with whom there were certain liberties one never took, but that he was none the less fairly upheld, inasmuch as she was for the most part kind to him and as, should he be very good for a while, she would probably herself tell him. "And I shall have, at any rate, in the meantime, the interest of seeing what she does with you. That will teach me more or less, you see, how much she knows."
Milly followed this—it was lucid; but it suggested something apart. "How much does she know about you?"
"Nothing," said Lord Mark serenely. "But that doesn't matter—for what she does with me." And then, as to anticipate Milly's question about the nature of such doing: "This, for instance—turning me straight on for you."
The girl thought. "And you mean she wouldn't if she did know———?"
He met it as if it were really a point. "No. I believe, to do her justice, she still would. So you can be easy."
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