"Do you think there's anything between Beatrix and Dick Mansergh?" he asked suddenly.
She laughed at him. "I've been wondering when you were going to ask me that," she said.
"Oh, then you've noticed it."
"Darling old thing!" she said fondly. "It's plain enough that he's head over ears. You must have seen, haven't you?"
"Well, I suppose I have. But I want to know about her. She isn't head over ears, is she?"
"No, she certainly isn't that. It's too soon, you know, Daddy."
A shadow always came over his face when that affair with Lassigny was brought to his mind. "She's not still thinking of that fellow, is she?" he asked.
"I expect she thinks of him a good deal. That's why she won't think of anybody else for some time to come."
He did not push his question. He knew that that danger was past, and that if Beatrix still thought of Lassigny it was not with love. That had died in her.