"Not a syllable about the refuge here," she charged. "Neither Craig nor I wish Mrs. Van Ostade to know. Remember, mother."
The visitor's eyes widened.
"Oh," she observed slowly, "I don't see—"
"We see," Jean cut her short. "You must respect my wishes in this."
"All right," assented Mrs. Fanshaw, with amazing meekness. "Is your husband on the premises?"
"You will meet him soon," she replied, thinking it expedient that Julie or herself should first give Atwood some hint of what lay in store.
"He is really quite well known, isn't he? I've taken more notice of magazine pictures since I heard I had another son-in-law. I hope he's not wild. They tell of such goings-on among artists and models. I seem to recollect, though, they were French."
"Craig is a gentleman."
"I'm bound to say his sister is a lady," Mrs. Fanshaw replied to this laconic statement. "Is she any connection of that Mrs. Quentin Van Ostade the papers mention so much?"
"Julie is her daughter-in-law."