“But how could a girl with a wardrobe as complete and expensive as yours—I have been informed that it was remarkable—be in need of money to pay her expenses, or obliged to live in a charitable institution, as I believe Harlowe House is?”
“You are mistaken. Harlowe House is not a charitable institution!” Grace Harlowe’s voice vibrated with indignation. “I beg your pardon,” she apologized in the next instant.
Miss Wharton glared angrily at her for fully a minute. Then, ignoring the interruption and the protest, turned again to Jean.
“I cannot answer your question,” Jean spoke with quiet composure.
“You mean you will not answer it,” retorted the dean.
“I have nothing to say that you would care to hear.” Jean’s lips set in the stubborn line that signified no yielding.
Miss Wharton turned to Grace. “You have heard what this young woman says. Can you answer the question I asked Miss Brent?”
“The answer to the question must come from Miss Brent,” replied Grace with gentle evasion.
“Miss Harlowe, you have not answered me.” Miss Wharton was growing angrier. “I insist upon knowing the details of this affair from beginning to end. Miss Brent’s conduct has been contrary to all the traditions of Overton.”
“That is perfectly true,” admitted Grace.