Briggs softened. “My dear little girl, you mustn’t interfere with things that don’t concern you.”
Fanny’s eyes flashed. “Please don’t! Besides, they do concern me. Don’t you suppose I care when I see auntie come out of here with her face just as white and her eyes looking as if they were going to pop out of her head?”
“You see too much, Fanny.”
“Well, what do you suppose my eyes were made for, anyway?” Fanny cried, indignantly. “Besides, I didn’t have anything else to do. Guy’d gone away and left me.”
“What did he do that for?”
“Because I told him to.”
“Have you two been quarreling?” Briggs asked, severely.
“No, we haven’t,” Fanny replied, with an emphatic toss of her head. “I told him he’d better go and attend to your business, instead of billing and cooing with me. There were a lot of people who wanted to see you. So, as you were busy,” she concluded with importance, “of course Guy had to represent you.”
Briggs rose hastily. “Where are they?” he asked.
As Fanny did not like the tone of the question, she kept her uncle waiting for a moment. “In the library,” she finally conceded.