“My father would have it so. When he learned that I intended to remain with Aunt Martha, he said that he should prefer that we have the protection of either Mr. Clinton or himself, and since his affairs did not permit of his presence here just now, he sent Mr. Clinton.”
“I see.” James looked at her fixedly, and she looked down, blushing faintly.
“Where is Lettice?” she asked, to turn the subject. James told her of their late experience.
Rhoda shivered. “Is it as bad as that?” she asked.
“Yes, and may be worse. I wish you had not come down.”
Rhoda bit her lip. “Aunt Martha insisted,” she murmured.
“Unwisely, I think. I should advise that you return at once.”
Rhoda shook her head. “I will stay as long as Aunt Martha does. She will need me.”
“But you will persuade her that there is danger?”
“I will try.”