“And what are your plans for the future, may I ask?”
“Stargarde wishes me to live with her.”
“You will get tired of that life in a week.”
“Then I will do something else,” bravely; “but I really think that you are mistaken in me.”
“I am not mistaken in thinking you are an irrepressible worry,” he communed with himself, just as Vivienne said,
“May I ask just how much control you exercise over my movements?”
Armour stared at her. “What do you mean?”
“When shall I become mistress of my own affairs?”
“Your own affairs,” he said, with an involuntary smile. “Well, I should say that you were managing them yourself just now.”
“I do not think that you understand me. You or your father was legally appointed my guardian.”