Chapter Nine.
Mrs Maxwell confessed herself to Teresa on their way back from church the next morning. Teresa had a momentary anger, but, as the other had said, she was very anxious to consider Wilbraham at this time, and contented herself with a passing outbreak of indignation.
“You are absolutely ridiculous, all of you! Supposing the man to be what you say, what possible harm can be done by my speaking to him? I’ve a great mind to find him out on my own account. I have only to go to the questura.”
“You won’t,” said Mrs Maxwell confidently.
And she did not. It appeared as if Wilbraham would be annoyed, and for Sylvia’s sake she must walk warily with Wilbraham. Only in the Palace of the Caesars, that afternoon, she allowed herself a little mockery towards him.
“So you’ve been undermining my projects,” she said gaily. “Did you expect me to be so meek as to give in?”
He flushed.
“I expected you to be annoyed,” he said.