She fixed a shrewdly questioning glance on him, and noted the momentary hesitation that preceded his reply.
“No, no one.”
Molly gave a scornful smile.
“That’s a lie, Alistair. Was your mother there?”
“I prefer not to talk about my mother,” returned Alistair, who dreaded Molly’s coarse tongue.
“Do you think I didn’t know why you wouldn’t take me?” Molly retorted. “Who else was there?”
“No one I had ever met before.”
Molly pounced on the concealed admission.
“Your mother introduced you to someone. Who was it?”
Stuart rose to his feet, beginning to get angry.