“Because I amused myself with her son.”
“Lord Wolfenden?”
“Yes!”
For the first time since he had entered the room Mr. Sabin’s grim countenance relaxed. The corners of his lips slowly twisted themselves into a smile.
“Good girl,” he said. “Is he any use now?”
“None,” she answered with some emphasis. “None whatever. He is a fool.”
The colour in her cheeks had deepened a little. A light shot from her eyes. Mr. Sabin’s amusement deepened. He looked positively benign.
“You’ve tried him?” he suggested.
The girl nodded, and blew a little cloud of tobacco smoke from her mouth.
“Yes; I went there last night. He was very kind. He sent his servant out with me and got me nice, respectable rooms.”