"Oh—consideration for me, I suppose?"
"For both of us. I don't want you to worry."
"That's why you've chosen a time when I'm worried out of my wits already."
"I know, Papa. That's why I'm going."
He was arrested both by the astounding statement and by something unusually placable in her tone. He stared at her as his way was.
Then, suddenly, he had a light on it.
"Gwenda, there must be something behind all this. You'd better tell me straight out what's happened."
"Nothing has happened."
"You know what I mean. We've spoken about this before. Is there anything between you and young Rowcliffe."
"Nothing. Nothing whatever of the sort you mean."