Miss Lyndsay looked up from a book. “How on earth, my dear, should I know?”
“But are you not curious?”
“Yes, I am always curious—as to the good, and as to the bad, and as to everything in between.”
Rose laughed. “That covers the whole possibilities. Here they come. Now I shall know.”
“I don’t think you will.”
“A pair of gloves to a pound of bonbons.”
“Done, goosey! Whom will you ask?”
“That is my business. There was no limit of time.”
“None! But you will lose. Your father looks solemn, and Mr. Carington like a sphinx.”
“Given two men and one woman, aunty, and a thing to find out: that seems an easy equation.”