'
'I feel, too, that I know grandfather much better than I did,' Jane
said. 'He's always been thinking about the time when I should be old
enough to hear what plans he'd made for me. I do so hope he really
trusts me, Mr. Kirkwood! I don't know whether I speak about it as he
wishes. It isn't easy to say all I think, but I mean to do my best
to be what he--'
'He knows that very well. Don't be anxious; he feels that all his
hopes have been realised in you.'
There was silence. Jane made a pretence of using her needle, and
Sidney watched her hands.
'He spoke to you of a lady called Mrs. Lant?' were his next words.
'Yes. He just mentioned her.'
'Are you going to see her soon?'
'I don't know. Have _you_ seen her?'
'No. But I believe she's a woman you could soon he friendly with. I
hope your grandfather will ask her to come here before long.'
'I'm rather afraid of strangers.'
'No doubt,' said the other, smiling. 'But you'll get over that. I
shall do my best to persuade Mr. Snowdon to make you acquainted with
her.'
Jane drew in her breath uneasily.
'She won't want me to know other people, I hope?'
'Oh, if she does, they'll be kind and nice and easy to talk to.
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