“You don’t mean—”
“Yes, mother.”
“How could he?” cried Caroline, in her first annoyance at such things beginning with her Babie.
“You’ll tell him, mother. You’ll not let him do it again?”
“Let me go, my child. I must speak to him and find out what it all means.”
Within the library she was met by Fordham.
“Have I done very wrong, Mrs. Brownlow? I could not help it.”
“I wish you had not.”
“I always meant to wait till she was older, and I grew stronger, but when all this came, I thought if we all belonged to one another it might be a help—”
“Very, very kind, but—”