“Who is the girl? Tell me.”
Blanche inclined to think an actress. But she was not sure.
“Inquiries will have to be made at once.” Already Aunt Charlotte was a caldron of energy. “Steps will have to be taken. It is the first I have heard of it. But I feel I ought to have been told sooner.”
Blanche fearlessly asked why.
“Why!” Aunt Charlotte gave a little snort. At such a moment mere words were futile. Then she said, “I shall go at once to your father.”
“But what can he do?”
“Do?” Aunt Charlotte gave a second little snort. Mere words again revealed their limitations.
“Yes?” Blanche placidly pursued the Socratic method, to the increasing fury of Aunt Charlotte.
“He can tell him what he thinks of him and threaten to cut off supplies.”
“Much he’ll care for that!” The cynicism of Blanche revolted Aunt Charlotte.