I disagreed.

He was not at the mercy of Liosha.
"You burrowing mole," cried Adrian one morning in the library, Jaffery having gone off to golf, "can't you see that he goes about in mortal terror of her ?" "No such thing!" I retorted hotly.

"He has regarded her as an abominable nuisance--a millstone round his neck--a responsibility--" "A huntress of men," he interrupted.

"Especially an all too probable huntress of Jaffery Chayne.

With Susan and Barbara and Doria he knows he's safe--spared the worst--so he yields and they pick him up--look at him and stand him on his head and do whatever they darn well like to him; but with Liosha he knows he isn't safe.