"Then you insist on concealing her?" said Sir Henry.
"I have nothing to do with her. I do not know that she is concealed at all."
"You know where she is?"
"I do. But, believing as I do that she would rather not be disturbed, I shall not say where you would find her."
"I think you ought, George."
"Father, you do not understand this matter."
"You will not escape in that way, sir. Here you are named as her trustee in this will—"
"I am glad that you acknowledge the will, at any rate," said Mr. Stickatit.
"Who says that I acknowledge it? I acknowledge nothing in the will. But it is clear, from that document, that she presumes herself to be under his protection. It is manifest that that silly fool intended that she should be so. Now I am not the man to put up with this. I ask you once more, Mr. Bertram, will you tell me where I shall find Lady Harcourt?"
"No, I will not."