“He did not suggest it. I did.”
Lord Valleys' eyebrows rose still higher.
“Indeed!” he said.
“Geoffrey!” murmured Lady Valleys, “I thought I was to talk to Babs.”
“It would no doubt be wiser.”
In Barbara, thus for the first time in her life seriously reprimanded, there was at work the most peculiar sensation she had ever felt, as if something were scraping her very skin—a sick, and at the same time devilish, feeling. At that moment she could have struck her father dead. But she showed nothing, having lowered the lids of her eyes.
“Anything else?” she said.
Lord Valleys' jaw had become suddenly more prominent.
“As a sequel to your share in Miltoun's business, it is peculiarly entrancing.”
“My dear,” broke in Lady Valleys very suddenly, “Babs will tell me. It's nothing, of course.”