"With your uncle Ian!" "Yes.

He is to show me art-life, and all that." She looked troubled.

He saw that she wished to say something.
"Yes, Lady Dargan ?" he asked.
She spoke with fluttering seriousness.
"I asked you once to come to me if you ever needed a friend.

I do not wait for that.

I ask you not to go to your uncle." "Why ?" He was thinking that, despite social artifice and worldliness, she was sentimental.
"Because there will be trouble.