Mr. Pinchook looked at her and coughed.
“Does this arrangement meet with your approval?”
“Yes, I suppose so,” said Esmeralda, as indifferently as before. “What is the use of asking me? Why don’t you talk to Lady Wyndover about it?”
“I have,” said Mr. Pinchook.
“Or—or to Lord Trafford?”
“I haven’t—because it would be irregular. I’ve seen his lawyer.”
“Very well, then,” said Esmeralda. “Do whatever you like—whatever you all like. I don’t care in the least. I don’t understand it.”
“Let me explain again,” said Mr. Pinchook. And he explained.
Esmeralda rose and edged toward the door.
“Thank you,” she said. “Yes, oh, yes, it is all right. You don’t mind my going now? Lord Trafford is waiting for me, and—”