“My girl’s losing her color,” he forged ahead.
Lavinia dropped her eyelids, and a look of pain appeared in her face, causing it to grow paler.
“Please don’t worry about me, papa,” she said.
Mrs. Blair divined Lavinia’s dislike of this personal discussion. She tried to catch her husband’s eye again, but he was looking at Lavinia narrowly through his glasses.
“Did you go riding this afternoon?” he asked as if he were examining a witness whom counsel had not drawn out properly.
“Yes,” Mrs. Blair hastened to say. “We drove out the Ludlow a long way.”
“She was riding last night, too,” said Connie.
“Who with?” demanded Chad, turning to Connie with the challenge he always had ready for her.
“Who with?” retorted Connie. “Why, Glenn Marley, of course. Who else?”
“Well, what of it?” demanded Chad. “What’s it to you?”