“You don’t suppose—”
“Oh, certainly not!” his wife hastened to assure him.
“Well, I think it would be well, perhaps, to watch her closely. I don’t just like the notion.”
“But his father is—”
“Yes, but after all, we really know nothing about him.”
“That is true.”
“And then Lavinia’s so young.”
“Yes.”
“I’d go to her.”
“After a while,” Mrs. Blair said.