“Does he trust her?”
“Does he know anything of the general figure?”
She hesitated. “Everything. It’s high.”
“He has told you so?”
Mrs. Brook, supremely impatient now, seemed to demur even to the question. “We ask HIM even less.”
“Then how do we know?”
She was weary of explaining. “Because that’s just why he hates it.”
There was no end however, apparently, to what Edward could take. “But hates what?”
“Why, not liking her.”
Edward kept his back to the fire and his dead eyes on the cornice and the ceiling. “I shouldn’t think it would be so difficult.”