“Thank you. Please dictate what you please.”
“I will. I want you to tell me just how she is—if she is in really bearable surroundings?”
Kate’s eyes studied him over her books. Here was something more vital than German philosophy.
“Mr. Canterton, I ought to tell you that I know a little of what has happened this summer. Not that Eve is a babbler——”
“I am glad that you know.”
“Really. I should not have thought that you would be glad.”
“I am. Will you answer my question?”
“And may I ask what claim you have to be told anything about Eve?”
He answered her quietly, “I have no right at all.”
A smile, very like a glimmer of approval, flickered in her eyes.