"This Chevalier De Rothan—why does he come to the house?"
Durrell leaned back in his chair, pushing his feet out under the table.
"What has that to do with you, Nance?"
"I want to know why you have him to the house."
"Indeed!"
"I don't like him. I don't trust him. I have a kind of feeling that we are in his power."
Durrell looked at her with frowning intentness.
"Little fool!"
She flushed, sensitively.
"Father, I feel that things are happening here about which you have suffered me to know nothing. It is wrong to me, unfair——"