"She looks fifty, if a day. She can't have sent me all that money."
"As to that, you should know better than I. She might, if she took you for her son."
"If I thought she had, I--I'd send it back to her."
Mr Coventry had recommenced fidgeting about the room. Miss Hardy's suggestions seemed to have seriously disturbed him. That young lady continued to trifle with the bank-notes. As she trifled she continued to smile demurely.
"Hasn't another rich woman been stopping at the Métropole?"
"You mean the American?"
"Was she an American?"
"Rather! Sarah Freemantle. Got five millions--pounds--of her own, in hard cash."
"Has she been stopping at the hotel since you've been there?"
"I believe she has, though I wasn't aware of it till she had gone."