He had thrown himself into Mrs. Bruce’s vacated chair, and there was silence for a span while the two gazed at the fire; then the lady spoke again, tentatively.
“However independent Miss Maynard may be, she will require a chaperon now.”
“Yes, one well trained to follow at heel.”
“Robert, I wish you wouldn’t exaggerate so.”
“Dear me, mamma mia,” looking up in surprise at the impatient tone. “Why should it make you peevish?”
Mrs. Nixon’s reply was dignified. “Because the duty may devolve upon me.”
“Heavens! Why?”
“Well, your uncle Henry is very much attached to the girl. He has a natural interest in her welfare.”
“Has he asked you to look after her?”
“He has suggested that we extend the hospitality of our home to her.”