Cecilia blushed.
“Oh, that's absurd! Still, no one could think anything if I come with you. Hilary, have you thought that if she continues coming to Father—-”
“I shall tell her that she mustn't!”
Cecilia's heart gave two thumps, the first with pleasure, the second with sympathy.
“It will be horrid for you,” she said. “You hate doing anything of that sort.”
Hilary nodded.
“But I'm afraid it's the only way,” went on Cecilia, rather hastily. “And, of course, it will be no good saying anything to Father; one must simply let him suppose that she has got tired of it.”
Again Hilary nodded.
“He will think it very funny,”, murmured Cecilia pensively. “Oh, and have you thought that taking her away from where she is will only make those people talk the more?”
Hilary shrugged his shoulders.