“There is no other reason.”
Mr. Barringcourt all this time had been sitting in his chair by the table. Rosalie was standing at the farther side of it. Now he got up and walked over to the fireplace, where the fire was burning brightly.
“What is your name?” he asked.
“Rosalie Paleaf.”
“Brought up by an aunt and uncle?”
“Yes.”
“Always dumb, and therefore very much out of the world?”
“Yes.”
“Where did you learn the little bit of knowledge you possess?”
“I listened to it. I was not deaf, you know.”