Muriel's face turned vividly crimson,
and then gradually whitened to a startling pallor.
"It is the last thing I should wish to do," she said, in a stifled
voice.
Lady Bassett continued, softly suggestive. "I say nothing of your
marriage, dear child. For that, I am aware, is practically a matter
of necessity. But I do think that under the circumstances you can
scarcely be too careful in what you do. Society is not charitably
inclined towards those who even involuntarily transgress its rules.
And you most emphatically are not in a position to do so wilfully."
She paused, for Muriel had risen unexpectedly to her feet. Her eyes
were blazing in her white face.
"Why should you call my marriage a matter of necessity?" she demanded.
"Sir Reginald told me that my father had provided for me."
"Of course, of course, dear." Lady Bassett uttered a faint, artificial
laugh. "It is not a question of means at all. But, there, since you
are so childishly unsophisticated, I need not open your eyes. It is
enough for you to know that there is a sufficiently urgent reason for
your marriage, and the sooner it can take place, the better. But in
the meantime, let me counsel you to be as prudent as possible in all
that you do. I assure you, dear, it is very necessary."
Muriel received this little homily in silence.
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