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"This is nothing to do with what you promised … this is a different thing altogether."

He was sophistical and insistent and she was weak, allowed herself to be persuaded. The money of course must be her affair, she could not allow him to be out of pocket.

They disputed about this and he had more arguments to bring forward. These she brushed aside impatiently. If the money was to be paid she would pay it, could afford it better than he.

"I'm sure I am doing wrong," she repeated when she wrote out the cheque, blotted and gave it to him.

"He'll never know. No one will ever know."

Peter Kennedy was only glad she had yielded. He had, of course, no thought of himself in the matter. Why should he? In losing her he lost everything that mattered, that really mattered. And he had never had a chance, not an earthly chance. He believed her happiness was only to be secured by this marriage, and he dreaded the effect upon her health of any disappointment or prolonged anxiety. "Once you are married it doesn't matter a hang what she says or does," he said gloomily or consolingly when she had given him the cheque.

"Suppose … suppose … Gabriel were to get to know?" she asked with distended eyes. Some reassurance she found for herself after Peter Ken-