‘Oh—oh....’
She was scandalised. She said quickly, ‘I ought to have told you ages ago about Virginia—when first you began saying foolish things.’
‘I don’t care a hang about Virginia, whoever she may be.’
‘She’s my daughter.’
‘What do I care?’
‘She’s grown up.’
‘She must have grown very fast, then.’
‘Please don’t be silly. She’s not only grown up, she’s married. So now, perhaps, you’ll understand——’
‘George was married before, then?’ he said.
‘No. She’s my daughter. My very own. So now you’ll understand——’