Nevertheless, Aureole remarked suddenly: “Why has Mr. Levi quarrelled with his father—and yours?”
Letty bent to tie up her sandals. “Sebastian has given up all his money.”
“Yes. It was a queer thing to do. Why?”
Letty evaded the point: “He doesn’t know I know why.”
“But you do.”
“Yes, I do.”
Willy Percival hammered at the door, which instantly gave way. “Oooo-oo!”—Letty caught up a towel and huddled it close, looking like a water-nymph taken unawares by a mortal.
“Please, may I have my pail?”
Aureole tossed it through the aperture.
“No. The other one. The coloured one.”