Chapter 100

It was as though he had stripped the problem of its veil of sacrificial sentiment, and had done it wilfully. He saw her face stiffen. She understood. “You men are greedy. What could you say?” “Not greedy—always. Not in that way. Besides—one has a right.” “Lance?” Old Pybus nodded. “Surely? But only—if——Well, I’m meddling, my dear. But only you can tell.” She stood very still, and her eyes had a like stillness. “How could I do it? He has no one. He’s so pathetic, even when he’s—impossible. And yet—you must know. He’…