He hugged his folio and looked awkward. “You attribute things to me. I shall never say anything.”
“Of course you’re perfectly free. There’s some one else who knows, I think—another American—a gentleman who was in Paris when my son was there. I’ve forgotten his name.”
“A friend of Mrs. Headway’s? I suppose you mean George Littlemore.”
“Yes—Mr. Littlemore. He has a sister whom I’ve met; I didn’t know she was his sister till to-day. Mrs. Headway spoke of her, but I find she doesn’t know her. That itself is a proof, I think. Do you think he would help me?” Lady Demesne asked very simply.
“I doubt it, but you can try.”
“I wish he had come with you. Do you think he’d come?”
“He’s in America at this moment, but I believe he soon comes back.”
She took this in with interest. “I shall go to his sister; I shall ask her to bring him to see me. She’s extremely nice; I think she’ll understand. Unfortunately there’s very little time.”
Waterville bethought himself. “Don’t count too much on George Littlemore,” he said gravely.
“You men have no pity,” she grimly sighed.