“Of course,” pursued Lady Mickleham, opening her fan, “it’s in some ways more comfortable that he shouldn’t know.”
“For him?”
“Yes—and for me. But then it doesn’t seem quite fair.”
“To him?”
“Yes—and to me. Because if he came to know from anybody else, he might exaggerate the things, you know.”
“Impossible!”
“Mr. Carter!”
“I—er—mean he knows you too well to do such a thing.”
“Oh, I see. Thank you. Yes. What do you think?”
“What does the Dowager say?”