“I shall do what is Right. I shall see that what is Right is done.”
“You don’t spare yourself enough, m’lady.”
“I must go over again and again. Those women don’t like me. I disturb them. They’re up to no good.”
“It won’t be the first Dark Place, m’lady, you’ve thrown light into.”
The lady surveyed her reflection in the glass with a knowing expression. She knitted her brows, partly closed one eye, and nodded slowly as she spoke.
“There’s something queer about the boy’s religious instruction. It’s being kept back. Now why did they get embarrassed when I asked who were the godparents? I ought to have followed that up.”
“My godfathers and godmothers wherein I was made,” murmured Unwin, with the quiet satisfaction of the well-instructed.
“Properly it’s the business of the godparents. I have a right to know.”
“I suppose the poor boy has godparents, m’lady,” said Unwin, coming up from obscure duties with the skirt.
“But of course he has godparents!”