“Yes; but I do not mean that. There is nobody belonging to her there.”
“You forget. Miss McQuinch is her bosom friend. There is Marmaduke, her cousin; and his mother, her Aunt Dora. Then, is there not Mr. Sholto Douglas, one of her oldest and most attached friends?”
“Oh! Is Mr. Douglas in charge of her?”
“No doubt he will take charge of her, if she is overtaken by her second childhood whilst he is there. Meanwhile, she is in charge of herself, is she not? And there is hardly any danger of her feeling lonely.”
“No. Sholto Douglas will provide against that.”
“Your opinion confirms the accounts I have had from other sources. It appears that Mr. Douglas is very attentive to my wife.”
“Very, indeed, Mr. Conolly. You must not think that I am afraid of anything—anything—”
“Anything?”
“Well—Oh, you know what I mean. Anything wrong. At least, not exactly wrong, but—”
“Anything undomestic.”