He saw her face change. It was as if all the colour was ebbing out of it. He suddenly regretted that he had been so frank.
“Is there anything I can do to help?” she asked piteously.
He shook his head regretfully.
“I suppose it wouldn’t be any good my seeing Sir Harold Anstey?”
Mr. Kentworthy remained silent for a moment, and then he answered in a rather singular tone:
“I think it would be a good thing for you to see him, Miss Bower. But, mind you—it would be irregular—very irregular! Mr. Toogood wouldn’t lend himself to anything of that sort.”
“If you think it would help Mr. Garlett, I’d manage to see Sir Harold Anstey somehow,” she exclaimed, the colour coming back into her face.
“I expect you would. But——”
“But what?” she said eagerly.
“I shouldn’t like it to be known that I advised your doing such a thing. It isn’t my business to advise what isn’t proper,” he said irresolutely.