"That depends," she answered, laying her hand protectingly over the girl's.
"You could leave Miss Farlow's on the moment?"
"Yes."
"Then you will stay and be Miss Florence's companion?"
"Gladly."
"What is my father's name?"
"Hargreave, Stanley Hargreave."
The girl's eyes widened in terror. Suddenly she burst into a wild frenzy of sobbing, her head against the shoulder of her erstwhile teacher.
Jones appeared visibly shocked. "What is it?"
"We read the story in the newspaper," said the elder woman, her own eyes filling with tears. "The poor child! To have all her castles-in-air tumble down like this! But what authority have you to engage me?" sensibly.