“Jean is a dear girl, Judith,” she said earnestly. “I want you to be friends with her. Don’t”—pleadingly—“visit the sins of the fathers on the children.”
“Why, no, I shouldn’t,” replied Mrs. Craig, with apparent frankness. “It was only that, for the moment, it was rather a shock to learn that she was—that woman’s—child.”
“Of course it was,” acquiesced Lady Anne. “Good-bye, dear Judith.”
But notwithstanding Mrs. Craig’s assurances, a troubled look lingered in Lady Anne’s grey eyes long after her guest’s departure.
CHAPTER XII—A SENSE OF DUTY
JEAN was immensely puzzled at the abrupt change which had occurred in Mrs. Craig’s manner immediately upon hearing that she was the daughter of Glyn Peterson, and, as soon as the visitor had taken her departure, she sought an explanation.
“What on earth made Mrs. Craig freeze up the instant my father’s name was mentioned? Did she hate him for any reason?”
Tormarin looked across at her.