"Mr. Carden-Cox talks," said Daisy. "He means to have a lawyer to look into your affairs. I know he does, because he told me so."
Daisy's voice was penetrating. She spoke in the open doorway of the morning-room, and the study door lay opposite. A faint groan came across after her speech.
"Daisy, will you hold your tongue? He shall do no such thing."
"But he will. He told me so. He says he's not going to have your interest sacrificed to everybody's nerves."
"Nigel!" Fulvia spoke in a tone of despairing appeal.
"I'll see to that. Mind, Daisy, it is not to go any farther. Do for once be discreet. Now are you ready? What's that?" touching her glove.
"Oh, only a hole. It split last time I went out."
"Couldn't you have mended it before now?"
"I suppose so—if I hadn't forgotten."
"Have you no other pair?"