"Doesn’t he exist?" questioned Sir Anthony, looking at her "engaged" finger and thinking of the matrimonial schemes she had just confessed. "Not in California. But as I haven’t been a success here, I may decide to be true to the person who gave me this ring." (She had bought it herself.) "Now that I’ve promised to go out of Marian’s life for ever, you’ll guard her happiness by seeing that everything is straightened here--financially?" "I shall be only too delighted, if you will tell me how to manage it without my name appearing in the matter." "We--ll, if you’d trust the money to me, I’d use it honestly to pay our debts, and give you all the receipts." "So it shall be." "You’re a--a brick, Sir Anthony. The only difficulty left then is about poor little Minnie, of whom Marian is really very fond. People might gossip if Marian let her youngest sister go back to California with me; for as we are supposed to be so nearly related, surely it would be better to save a scandal and let--well, let sleeping sisters lie?" "If Marian is truly fond of Minnie, there will be plenty of room for the child at Torr Court, and she will be welcome to stay there, as far as I am concerned. I must say, Miss--er--Milton, that I think the child will be better off under our guardianship than in the care of her real sister." "You _are_ good, and I quite agree with you," responded Joan meekly, far from resenting his look of stern reproach. "When you’ve trusted me with that money to pay things, and I hand you the receipts, I’ll hand you also a written undertaking never to trouble you or--Lady Pendered. You would like me to do that, wouldn’t you?" "I--er--perhaps something of the kind might be advisable," murmured Sir Anthony. When he had gone, the girl chuckled and clapped her hands. Then she ran to a looking-glass. "You’re not exactly stupid, my dear," she apostrophised her saintly reflection. "You’ve provided splendidly for Marian and you’ve saved her sensitive conscience. _Her_ slate is clean. As for Minnie, she will be all right until the time comes, if it ever does, that you can do better for her. As for yourself--well, you can leave Marian a couple of hundred for pocket-money, and still get out of this with something on which to start again. You’ve finished with Mercy Milton, thank goodness! and--it _will_ be a relief to do your hair another way." Two days later, Joan Carthew had turned her back upon Toragel, and Mrs. Fitzpatrick’s engagement to Sir Anthony Pendered was announced. CHAPTER VII--The Woman Who Knew