In an instant he was on the alert.
“You don’t feel seedy?”
“No, no. I’m all right. It isn’t that. But come back as soon as you can, my dear. That child, Cynthia, is in trouble and I want you to see her.”
Kean’s face darkened. As far as it was in him to take an interest in any woman besides his wife he liked Cynthia Bell, though it is doubtful whether, if it had not been for Lady Kean’s fondness for the child, he would have paid any special attention to her. He did not, however, propose to have Sybil worried by the consequences of any of that young woman’s mad escapades.
“What has she been up to?” he demanded sharply.
“Nothing. It’s not her fault this time. But that young man of hers is in a very nasty position, from all accounts. Come back as soon as you can, dear, and see what you can do.”
Kean’s scowl deepened.
“Young Leslie? I’d forgotten that affair of hers. Well, what’s he been doing?”
He paused for a moment as though trying to control his impatience, then:
“I won’t have you worried over the affairs of a couple of children, Sybil!”