"Is it? I don't see why it is. If you deliberately tell him things that you needn't tell him, that's interference, isn't it?"
"All right, then. I'm going to interfere."
"You're really going to tell him?"
"Rather."
"When?"
"As soon as ever I can. He's staying at the hotel at Hindhead, isn't he?"
"You'd dare to go there and tell him?"
"It doesn't strike me as particularly daring."
"Oh, but ... mother.... You shan't go—you've no right to—you——"
"Haven't I? How do you know what I've a right to do? Perhaps I've a right to do what you're doing, anyway. You visit him, don't you? You talk to him, and tell him what you want to tell him, don't you?"