Cecilia thought: 'He's listening now.'
She made haste. “Must you have her here? Can't you do without her?”
“Without whom?” said Mr. Stone.
“Without the girl who comes to copy for you.”
“Why?”
“For this very good reason—-”
Mr. Stone dropped his eyes, and Cecilia saw that he had moved the sheet of paper up as far as his waist.
“Does she copy better than any other girl could?” she asked hastily.
“No,” said Mr. Stone.
“Then, Father, I do wish, to please me, you'd get someone else. I know what I'm talking about, and I—-” Cecilia stopped; her father's lips and eyes were moving; he was obviously reading to himself.