She shook her head dubiously, but made no answer.
“You don't think, then, that he meant to have us as his guests?”
“I think it unlikely.”
“How shall I find out? It's quite certain I 'll not go live under his roof—which means his surveillance—without an adequate compensation. I 'll only consent to being bored by being fed.”
“House-rent is something, however.”
“Yes, mother, but not everything. That old man would be inquiring who dined with me, how late he stayed, who came to supper, and what they did afterwards. Now, if he take the whole charge of us, I 'll put up with a great deal, because I could manage a little 'pied à terre' somewhere about Kingstown or Dalkey, and 'carry on' pleasantly enough. You must find out his intentions, mother, before I commit myself to an acceptance. You must, indeed.”
“Take my advice, Dudley, and look out for a house at once. You 'll not be in his three weeks.”
“I can submit to a great deal when it suits me, mother,” said he, with a derisive smile, and a look of intense treachery at the same time.
“I suppose you can,” said she, nodding in assent. “How is she?”
“As usual,” said he, with a shrug of the shoulders.