'And saw Ogden?'
'Only for a moment—then Reggie—'
'Who?'
'Mr Broster. I always think of him as Reggie. He's one of Nature's
Reggies. Such a kind, honest face. Well, as I was saying,
Reggie discovered that it was time for lessons, and sent Ogden
upstairs.'
'By himself?'
'By himself! Reggie and I chatted for a while.'
Mrs Ford's eyes opened, brown and bright and hard.
'Mr Broster is not a proper tutor for my boy,' she said coldly.
'I suppose it was wrong of Reggie,' said Cynthia. 'But—I was wearing this hat.'
'Go on.'