“It is not hearsay.”
“It doesn’t come from other people?”
“No.”
“Then”—a sudden thought struck her—“is it from the newspapers? Has he ever been in some case, some scandal, that’s been in the newspapers?”
“Not that I know of. It isn’t that.”
“Really this is like the ‘Mysteries of Udolpho,’” said Miss van Tuyn, concealing her anger and her burning curiosity under a pretence of petulance. “And I really can’t take it seriously.”
“But you must, Beryl. You must!”
Lady Sellingworth came to her quickly and sat down beside her.
“I know my conduct must seem very strange.”
“It does, indeed!”