“Yes, it is. Like a weak fool I spoke plainly to you about my plans.”
“If you had always done so we should have been better off and not had to worry about getting John Garstang’s advice, with his advances and interests, and mortgages and foreclosures.”
“You talk about what you don’t understand, woman,” said Wilton, sharply. “Can’t you see that it is to our interest to keep the poor girl here? Do you want to toss her amongst a flock of vulture-like relatives, who will devour her?”
“Why, of course not, dear.”
“But you tried to.”
“I’m sure I didn’t. You said she was so ill you were afraid she’d die and slip through our fingers.”
“Yes, and all her money go to the Morrisons.”
“Oh, yes, I forgot that. But I gave in directly about not having them here; and what harm could it do if Miss Leigh came? I’m sure it would do poor Kate a lot of good.”
“And Claud, too, I suppose.”
“Claud?”