CHAPTER THIRTEENBaron Sébale went home from the Club after his interview with Gerald Carlton in a bad temper.
He cursed the servant who opened the door to him, he called for a whisky-and-soda and was furious because the man took two seconds longer to bring it to him than he considered necessary.
Outwardly to Gerald he had kept a suave demeanour, protesting loudly that he did not understand the meaning of what he insinuated.
Ann, he assured her stepfather, could come to no harm in his company. But beneath an easy manner and a smiling friendliness, he was furiously angry.
He told himself that he despised Gerald – a man who was fool enough to marry a woman many years his senior and who lived a rotten immoral life amongst second-rate people.
Why should he, a millionaire, a man of consider
