“Personally.”
“Maisie’s an awfully fine girl,” he answered soberly.
“Does she have any special interest?—something through which an appeal might be made to her?”
“I don’t quite understand?”
Mary saw that for her purpose, it might not help any if he did understand. “Where is she staying?”
“At the Grantham.”
“Who’s with her?”
“An aunt; her father’s sister, who thinks she manages Maisie. But Maisie does just as she pleases.— But what are you driving at with all these questions about Maisie?”
“I don’t know myself yet. You can avoid committing yourself for a few days?”
“I suppose I can stall for that much longer.”