As a matter of fact, I couldn't see why she asked my opinion in such a matter. She had never asked it before. Her next remark was more puzzling still.
“You approve of Doctor Bayliss, don't you,” she said. It did seem to me there was a hint of sarcasm in her tone.
“Yes—certainly,” I answered. I did approve of young Bayliss, generally speaking; there was no sane reason why I should not have approved of him absolutely.
“And you trust me? You believe me capable of judging what is right or wrong?”
“Of course I do.”
“If you didn't you would not presume to interfere in my personal affairs? You would not think of doing that, of course?”
“No—o,” more slowly.
“Why do you hesitate? Of course you realize that you have no shadow of right to interfere. You know perfectly well why I consented to remain here for the present and why I have remained?”
“Yes, yes, I know that.”
“And you wouldn't presume to interfere?”