“Had Mrs. Ives loaned it to you?”
“No one had loaned it to me; I had simply borrowed it from the study.”
“Oh, you were given the run of the books in Mr. Ives’s study? I see.” Miss Page sat silent, eyeing him steadily, only a slight stain of colour under the clear, pale skin betraying the fact that she had heard him. “Were you?” demanded Mr. Lambert savagely, leaning toward her.
“Was I what?”
“Were you given the run of Mr. Ives’s library?”
“I had never stopped to formulate it in that way. I supposed that there could be no possible objection to taking an occasional book.”
“I see. You regarded yourself as one of the family?”
“Oh, hardly that.”
“Did you take your meals with them?”
“No.”