perfect confidence. Whether he made advances—" She broke off with a shrug of her plump shoulders.
Antony waited eagerly.
"Naturally they met. Possibly he might have—I don't know. But my duty as a mother was clear, Mr. Gillingham."
Mr. Gillingham made an encouraging noise.
"I told him quite frankly that—how shall I put it?—that he was trespassing. Tactfully, of course. But frankly."
"You mean," said Antony, trying to speak calmly, "that you told him that—er—Mr. Ablett and your daughter—?"
Mrs. Norbury nodded several times.
"Exactly, Mr. Gillingham. I had my duty as a mother."
"I am sure, Mrs. Norbury, that nothing would keep you from doing your duty. But it must have been disagreeable. Particularly if you weren't quite sure—"
"He was attracted, Mr. Gillingham. Obviously attracted."
"Who would not be?" said Antony, with a charming smile. "It must have been something of a shock to him to—"
"It was just that which made me so glad that I had spoken. I saw at once that I had not spoken a moment too soon."
"There must have been a certain awkwardness about the next meeting," suggested Antony.
