Marguerite had risen also, and was moving towards the steps.
“Where are you going?” asked her father.
“To the Villa des Dunes,” she replied; and, turning to Dorothy, added, “I shall take some clothes and stay with you there until things straighten themselves out a bit.”
“Why?”
“Because I cannot let you go there alone.”
“Why not?” asked Dorothy.
“Because—I am not that sort,” said Marguerite; and, turning, she ascended the iron steps.