tell Mother now, or to wait until Father gets home and speak to him before dinner. What do you think?â
âI think theyâre both going to slaughter you, and if Father really is going out of business who knows what will happen? We might have to leave Warwick Squareand move to the country. Iâd really love living permanently in Rainbowâs End instead of just spending the summer holidays there.â
âIt wonât come to that, silly.â Daisy spoke with more conviction than she was feeling.
âIâm not silly. Itâs the logical conclusion,â Beatrice said huffily. âIf we canât afford to live in London then weâll have to go and live in the house in Nutley Green. Maybe Mother will come off her high horse and stop trying to foist you off on poor Rupert. Sheâll be starting on me next and Iâm definitely not the sort of girl that toffs go for.â
Momentarily diverted, Daisy chuckled. âAnd how do you define a toff?â
âThe Honourable Rupert, of course. Heâs a toff to end all toffs. Youâd end up as Lady Pendleton if you got your hooks into him, and Iâll be the spinster sister living in the attic at Pendleton Park.â
Daisy slid off the bed and went to sit beside Beatrice, giving her a sympathetic hug. âIâm not going to marry Rupert, and we donât need to define ourselves by marriage. You and I are individuals, Bea. When we get the vote weâll be able to change the world, and we wonât need a husband to assure our place in society.â
âAnd pigs might fly,â Beatrice said, sighing. âBut before all this happens youâve got to convince Father that youâre not an empty-headed female out to cause trouble for the establishment. Good luck, Daisy. Iâm glad itâs you and not me.â
Daisy entered her fatherâs study, having decided to tell him everything and get the whole grisly business out in the open before dinner.
Victor Lennox hung the telephone receiver back on the hook, looking up with a question in his eyes. âDaisy?â
âMay I have a word, Father?â
âItâs not a good time, my dear.â
âI know, but this is really urgent.â
A whimsical smile curved his lips. âIs it about your party tomorrow night?â
âNo, Father. Itâs something much more important.â
âThen sit down and tell me about it.â He motioned her to take a seat and she sank down on the nearest chair. Taking a deep breath she launched into much the same account of the dayâs happenings as told to Beatrice earlier. âI am so sorry, Father,â she said when she came to the end. âI know this is a bad time. Rupert told me about the trouble youâre having.â
He bowed his head, resting it on his hands. âIt couldnât be worse, Daisy. Iâm almost certain to lose the business and my credibility in the City will be in ruins.â
âBut what about Mr Carlton? Wonât the law catch up with him?â
âPossibly, but itâs not very likely. Jeremiah has already left the country. I doubt if I or my clients will ever see a penny of the money he took.â
âWhat will you do, Father?â
He raised his head to look her in the eye. âYouâre a sensible young woman, Daisy. At least you are for the most part, although heaven knows I donât approve of the womenâs suffrage movement. At least, I donât agreewith the way they go about things. There are other methods of changing the law that donât include violence or damage to the property of others.â He raised his hand as she opened her mouth to argue. âBut thatâs neither here nor there. We have a family crisis on our hands, and the only solution I can think of will be to sell this house and remove to the country. At least Iâve invested my money wisely and I own both properties. I may be able to start off
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