Richard determined to try a bold stroke.
‘I understood from Mr. Craig that he wished our interview to be strictly confidential.’
‘What?’ she cried. ‘From me? From his daughter?’
She stood up, suddenly angry.
‘If, indeed, you are his daughter,’ said Richard quietly.
Her eyes blazed, and her hands shook; but she collected herself, and smiled bitterly:
‘You, then, have heard that silly rumour?’
‘By chance I heard it,’ he admitted.
‘And you believe it?’
‘I neither believe it nor disbelieve it. What has it to do with me?’