“In love with Baby!” echoes Gabrielle, scornfully. “I am sure he was never in love with her, and that he has a contempt for her fast, flirty ways.”
“Well, if he does not care for Baby, and wants a Beranger, he will have to marry you,” Zai says quietly.
“But it’s necessary for you all to marry rich men. You must.”
“Why?”
“Because, when your father and mother go over to the majority, you will be paupers.”
“Anyway, I am going to marry Carl,” Zai asserts positively. “And I would not go to the Meredyths’ this evening, only he is staying at Elm Lodge.”
Gabrielle bursts out laughing.
“Good gracious, what a fiasco it is! Lady Beranger will murder him, I believe. You won’t be allowed to speak to him.”
“Nobody could prevent——”
Zai pauses, for at this moment Fanchette trips into the room.