She stopped. Adela could not have told Sir Seymour about the unkindness of the girl she had sent him to help. Miss Van Tuyn remembered that just in time.
“Lady Sellingworth did what you wished,” said Sir Seymour, still in a quiet and businesslike way, “and consulted me. She told me what you wanted; that this man, Arabian, should be made to understand that he must finally give up any plans he had formed with regard to you.”
Miss Van Tuyn felt the red beginning to creep in her cheeks.
“Yes,” she said, looking down.
“Perhaps this can be done,” continued Sir Seymour, in a practical way, rather like a competent man at a board meeting. “We must see.”
He did not suggest that she could do it herself. She was thankful to him for that.
“Have you a photograph of this man?” he continued.
“Oh—no!”
“That is a pity.”
“But why do you want—”