‘There’s a screw loose somewhere plainly,’ said Lord Rotherwood.
‘The question is, where it is,’ said Mr. White.
‘And all I hope, said Jane, ‘is that Mr. White will judge for himself when he has seen Kalliope and made inquiries all round. I do not say anything for the mother, poor thing, except that she is exceedingly ill just now, but I do thoroughly believe in the daughter.’
‘And this runaway scamp, Miss Mohun?’
‘I am afraid he is a runaway; but I am quite sure he is no scamp,’ said Jane.
‘Only so clever as to be foolish, eh?’ said the Marquis, rather provokingly.
‘Exactly so,’ she answered; ‘and I am certain that if Mr. White will trust to his own eyes and his own inquiries, he will find that I am right.’
She knew she ought to go, and Lord Rotherwood told her afterwards, ‘That was not an ill-aimed shaft, Jane. Stebbing got more than one snub over the survey. I see that White is getting the notion that there’s a system of hoodwinking going on, and of not letting him alone, and he is not the man to stand that.’
‘If he only would call on Kalliope!’
‘I suspect he is afraid of being beguiled by such a fascinating young woman.’