When that point was reached a third time she gently
led the way over it.
"Of course," she said, with a resigned glance at the curtain poles, "one
cannot help sometimes feeling that a wise Providence does all for the
best."
Gratifying as this must have been to the power in question, no miraculous
manifestation of joy was forthcoming, and Mrs. Agar cunningly confined
herself to a non-committing "Yes."
After a sigh, Sister Cecilia further expatiated.
"I cannot but think," she said, "that Stagholme will be in better hands
now. Of course dear Jem was very nice, and all that--a dear, good boy.
But do you not think that Arthur is more suited to the position in some
ways?"
"Perhaps he is," allowed Mrs. Agar, with ill-concealed pleasure.
"He is," continued Sister Cecilia, with a broader brush, "so refined, so
gentlemanly, so ideal a country squire."
And after that she had no difficulty in supplying herself with
information.
CHAPTER XIII
ON THIN ICE
Treason doth never prosper.
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