“Very brave, my darling.”
She could not deny him the acknowledgment, and it was only afterwards that she realized herself to have been dimly puzzled by his insistence.
Rose told Miss Wade that she was to have a holiday, and the governess was quite as much offended as Lady Aviolet had predicted that she would be, and offered to resign her situation. Rose only wished that she possessed the courage to accept the offer.
The night before they went to London, she spoke to Ford, who had detained her, with his air of suave autocracy, as she was following Lady Aviolet upstairs.
“One moment, Rose. I want to know how soon you are likely to bring Cecil back from town?”
Rose opened her brown eyes very widely, and spoke with a purposely exaggerated astonishment.
“Why?”
“Because Cecil’s movements concern me, as his guardian,” said Ford calmly.
“I’m his mother, thank you.”
Ford smiled very pleasantly.