"Your dear mother-in-law—Lady Wychcote."
Sophy stiffened.
"Well?" she said.
"Sophy dear! You mustn't take it too seriously. Only—I thought you ought to know. She's saying it everywhere."
"Saying what?" asked Sophy quietly. "Please go on, Olive."
"She's saying perfectly beastly things about your influence on Cecil. Trying to put it all on you."
"To put what on me?"
"All his—his queerness. She says you've alienated him from his family. And...."
Even Olive's glib little tongue stuck here.
"Well?" said Sophy, as before.