“Did he say that?”
“Yes, quite quietly, and not as if he cared much whether I went away or not. He asked me where I’d been, and I told him. But he didn’t ask me why I went away, or why I came back again. He didn’t seem to care.”
“Did he say anything about me?”
“Ye-es.”
And then she hesitated.
“Something not very complimentary?”
“He said that his young fool of a nephew had been ‘sniffing about’ the château, and, and—”
“Well?”
“He said after all you ought to be welcome to look at the outside of his house as you’d never be a penny the better for what was inside.”
“Well, I’ve never expected to be,” retorted Bayre. “I suppose he’ll find out that I’ve been talking to you, and he’ll be angry with you for that.”