“My dear, you know his character; he is so absorbed in those marvellous things which occupy his great brain that he hasn’t time—”
“Oh, I know,” I said bitterly; “he never had any time, this wonderful father of ours, to attend to us, his children.”
“Dear, he has given you into my care, and, believe me, I love you.”
“I believe you do,” I said in a gentle voice.
“Some day, Rachel, I am sure you will love me.”
I was silent.
“Tell me about the school,” I said.
“I know all about it, for it belongs to a very special friend of mine, and I am certain you will be looked after and all your best interests promoted.”
“And Hermione Aldyce goes too?”
“Yes; she is a very nice girl, and a special friend of mine.”