"You knew, and you let it go on!" The revelation had taken all the sting out of her. She was more interested than offended. "Didn’t I tell you that I trusted Harry? I knew what he was, if you didn’t. I should have known if he had taken a wrong turning in life, and then I should have tried to influence him. When I did know what had happened I knew well enough that he hadn’t taken a wrong turning, by the way he bore himself. You couldn’t see that. You can’t even see it now." Mrs. Brent’s surprise was still strong enough to swamp her resentment at wounding speeches. "Why didn’t you do anything afterwards, when he went away?" she asked. "You did do something. You got Sidney Pawle down here. You hoped that she and Harry would fall in love with one another. I know that. You thought they had. I know that too. I think you’re making yourself out cleverer than you are, though I don’t deny you were clever, if you found out what nobody else did." "It matters very little to me," said Lady Brent, "what you deny or what you accept. You’ve made yourself nothing and you are nothing. I believe that this girl Harry loves is worthy of him, or he wouldn’t have gone on loving her. But they were both very young. It might have died out of itself. I didn’t know whether it had or not. I might have found out, but I wouldn’t take any steps to do that. And even if the girl is worthy of him, there are objections otherwise. You have named them yourself. There are no such objections to Sidney Pawle. I should have been glad if Harry’s first attachment had worn itself out and he could have married her. Yes, I did hope that they might have fallen in love with one another. You are right there. You are quite wrong in saying that I thought they had. You may have thought so, who knew so little of Harry. I knew very soon that there was something in the way." Mrs. Brent was beaten. Even resentment no longer moved her. She wanted to ward off further blows, and to propitiate. "When you go up to London, shall you tell Harry that we are ready to recognize his engagement to this Viola Bastian?" she asked. Lady Brent seemed to take breath. She had given her explanation as to one with whom she might have been talking on equal terms. But there was still punishment to be dealt out, the smouldering fire of years of dislike and contempt, which had been banked up so as only now and then to show a flicker, but now could be allowed to burst into scorching flame.