“Well, you know, my dear, she has had a strange sort of life.  She hasn’t had the educational advantages of other young women”—­Mr. Pendleton was going to add “in her station of life,” but a timely recollection of the afternoon’s disclosures caused him to substitute:  “with wealthy fathers.”

“Robert has neglected his duty to her shamefully.  I’ve been thinking it all over, and I’m half sorry now that I consented to take charge of her.”

“Then why do it?” said her husband placidly.

“It’s the scandal I fear,” rejoined his wife, pursuing her own thought.  “There’s bound to be a lot of talk and newspaper publicity when Robert comes into the title.  It would be much better to keep this quiet, after all these years.  There is really no occasion for it, if Robert will only listen to reason.  Robert wishes to avoid future trouble and complications about the succession.  That could be arranged by getting Sisily to sign some agreement renouncing all claim on the title.”

“I doubt if such a document would be legal, my dear,” said her husband dubiously.

“That wouldn’t matter in the least,” replied Mrs. Pendleton, with a woman’s contempt for the law.  “It would be purely a family arrangement.  Sisily could be assured by somebody in whom she has reliance—­not her father, of course—­that there was some legal reason why she could not succeed.  I do not think there would be any trouble with her.  She does not look the kind of girl to delight in a title and a lot of money.  Robert would have to settle a handsome allowance on the poor child—­indeed, it is the very least he can do!  If Robert agreed to this course there would be no need to blurt out the brutal truth, and I would take Sisily under my charge.”

Mr. Pendleton saw several objections to his wife’s plan, but he had long learnt the futility of domestic argument—­on the husband’s side at least.  “How much do you consider your brother ought to allow Sisily?” he asked.

“Two thousand a year.  Robert can well afford it.”

“Do you think your brother Austin would agree?”

“Of course he wouldn’t.  Austin is horribly selfish.  He wouldn’t give Sisily a penny if he had his way, now that he knows the truth.  But I don’t intend to consult Austin in the matter.  I thought of asking Dr. Ravenshaw to go with me and try and influence Robert.  Robert trusts him implicitly, and he seems to have a great deal of influence with him.  I feel sure he would do his utmost to bring Robert to listen to reason.  Do you not think my plan a good one?”

In the secret depth of his heart Mr. Pendleton did not, but with the moral cowardice of a husband he forebore from saying so.  “It might be tried,” he feebly muttered.

“Very well, we will try it, then,” said his wife, rising from her seat as she spoke.  “Go and order that motor-car we had this afternoon while I get ready.”

Mr. Pendleton was accustomed to his wife’s energetic way of doing things on the spur of the moment, but he had never become used to it.  “Do you intend to go and see your brother to-night?” he said, with an air of surprise.