“I—I thought you might want to see me, too,” she hedged. “You—you know guardians usually do want to see their wards.”
“Ha! who told you that I was your guardian?”
“No—no one; but you are, sir?” she questioned, fearfully.
“No, Miss. I am not.”
“Then—then you only act for my guardian?”
He looked straight at her, and steadily, for several moments, without speaking. Nancy could learn nothing from his expression.
“I do not know that, legally speaking or otherwise, you have a guardian,” he finally said.
“But—but——”
“Money passes through my hands for your support and schooling. That is all I can tell you. I am not your guardian.”
“Oh, but surely!” cried the greatly perturbed girl, “you know something about me?”