“Anything that I can do for you, my good friend, you are more than welcome to,” she answered. She walked on with him—he led her into the largest of the drawing-rooms. Nancy followed slowly. Rowton glanced back and saw her at some little distance—she had stopped to speak to Murray, and to caress Roy, who was fast becoming her slave.
“One moment,” said Rowton abruptly, turning and speaking with eagerness. “I am obliged to leave that child in less than half an hour. I am going away.”
“One of the mysterious absences?” she asked.
He nodded.
“Will you be good to her until I come back?” he whispered.
There was no time to add any more.
“I will, I will,” said Lady Georgina.
Nance came up to them.