He replied, with a touch of irritation:
“Good heavens! As it is, I can’t find time to mind my own business. Lady Selina would resent any interference. I thought that Grimshaw——”
He broke off abruptly, realising that an indictment of Chandos methods had almost escaped him.
“Please go on. What did you expect from Mr. Grimshaw?”
Evading the direct question, she pressed him vehemently:
“I do so want to know what might be done. If it isn’t your business, it might be mine, mightn’t it?”
He eyed her keenly. Was she thinking of a dire possibility, the death of her brother? Her next words reassured him.
“You see, Arthur, Brian knows nothing about estate management. He’s a soldier, and I’m glad he is.”
“Perhaps you are sorry that I am not?”
She replied gracefully: