So Lady Ethel lived with the Gaunts, and Drake made a mental note of the fact.
“We have not yet discussed that,” he replied with equal gravity.
“I should much prefer that it should be so,” Gaunt broke in decidedly. “It would give me a much safer feeling, to have my confessor at hand.”
“John, have you become a Roman Catholic? How interesting!” Lady Ethel cried.
“I belong to the Church of England,” Drake answered shortly, and he gave Gaunt a warning glance.
There ensued a light conversation between Lady Ethel and Drake to which Gaunt listened and from which he obtained a little amusement.
“Decidedly my sister-in-law is a flirt, and the parson will be an easy victim. Well, it’s his lookout, and he must take care of himself,” was his thought.
At last Drake took his leave, and it was arranged that he should call at Gaunt’s office in the morning. Lady Ethel was very gracious as she bade him good-bye, and when the door had closed she turned to her brother-in-law with an air of innocent triumph.
“I hope I made a good impression on your friend. I tried my best,” she said cheerfully.
“You must have mercy, Ethel. I forbid you to make him fall in love with you.”