“And that to kill time she reads a great many more novels than is good for any one?”
“Come, come, Champney, what are you driving at?”
“One more question. Mrs. De Witt and you are dining out almost nightly. What do you suppose Frances does evenings?”
“Does? Plays a bit, and reads a bit, and goes to bed like a good child.”
“But I tell you she isn’t a child any longer, so you can’t expect her to behave like one. It dawned upon me this evening, and the quicker it dawns upon you the better.”
“Why?”
“Do you want her to make a fool of herself over Freddy?”
“Freddy!”
“Yes, Freddy.”
“Ridiculous! Impossible!”