'Then why did you deceive me?' said Landi, a shade absently, with a glance at his watch and another in the mirror.
'She can't remain with Aylmer. She knows it herself. I'm trying to arrange for her to become a companion for Lady Conroy.'
He laughed.
'You are more particular about her being chaperoned than you were last week.'
'Landi, Aylmer will never care for her. She's a dear, but he won't.'
'Tu ne l'a pas revu? Lui—Aylmer?'
'No, but he's written to me.'
'Oh, for heaven's sake, my child, burn the letters! I daresay it won't be difficult; they are probably all flames already.'
'I did have one lovely letter,' said Edith.
She took it out of her dress. He glanced at it.