Barbara feigned languidness. “Well, it is—the way he has her there.”
“The way he has her there? What do you mean by that?”
“I mean what I say. There’s no one else in the world who would take a girl under his roof in the way Rash has taken this girl.”
“How, may I ask, did he take her?”
Having foreseen that one day she should be in this position Barbara had made up her mind as to how much she should say. “He found her.”
“Oh, they all do that. They generally find them in the Park.”
“Exactly; it’s just what he did.”
“I guessed—it was only guessing mind you—that he also tried to find Augusta Chancellor.”
“Oh, possibly. He’d go as far as that, if he saw her doing anything he thought not respectable.”