‘If you have found out all about it, you know, papa.’

‘Of course I know;—­but you don’t know all about it, you little idiot.’

‘No doubt I’m a fool and an idiot.  You always say so.’

‘Where do you suppose Sir Felix Carbury is now?’ Then she opened her eyes and looked at him.  ’An hour ago he was in bed at his mother’s house in Welbeck Street.’

‘I don’t believe it, papa.’

’You don’t, don’t you?  You’ll find it true.  If you had gone to New York, you’d have gone alone.  If I’d known at first that he had stayed behind, I think I’d have let...