This was one of them. Wilbraham saw the suspicion and then the certainty dawn upon her, with a droop, and a shadow on her brightness, and a stiffening of manner that was not quite displeasure, but yet something near it. She had enough influence over him, apparently, to be able to prevent his saying what she did not want said, but his hints and smiles made Wilbraham as uncomfortable as they evidently made her. Immediately the meal was over she said good-bye to Wilbraham and went out of the room. Perhaps this was her usual way of dealing with these lapses. Her father expostulated, but she took no notice, except by saying as she went out: "I’ll tell Mrs. Clark not to clear away just yet." "She’s a dear child, Viola—but she’s difficult sometimes," said Bastian. "I hope she hasn’t taken a dislike to you." "I don’t think so," said Wilbraham, shortly. "What she obviously does dislike is having her secrets talked about before a comparative stranger. I should have thought you might have seen that." Bastian threw a look at him as he went to the side table to take up a pipe. Wilbraham’s tone seemed to surprise him, but it did not subdue the agreeable humour in which he found himself. "We don’t look on you as a stranger," he said, "and if there’s a secret, you’re in it. I think you want mellowing, my dear Wilbraham. I don’t keep anything to drink here, but if you’d like something I can send out for it." "You seem to forget what I told you about myself," said Wilbraham. "I can’t drink without losing control of myself. You seem to be in much the same case. I think it’s a damned shame to show it before that child." This brought Bastian up short. He frowned in offence, but apparently he was one of those people whom a rebuke moves more to sorrow than to anger, for he said: "That’s a hard thing to say to a man, Wilbraham. I do drink more than’s good for me sometimes, I know; but if there’s one thing I’ve always been careful about all my life it is not to let it affect Viola." "Well, it does affect her," said Wilbraham. "You’d have seen how it affected her just now, if you hadn’t been drinking. It’s not for me to preach, God knows. But if you’re able to control it at all, you’ve got something to be very thankful for, and you ought to control it absolutely as far as she’s concerned." "I’ve had very little to drink to-day, as a matter of fact," said Bastian, rather sulkily, "and I don’t want to be lectured about it, Wilbraham. Sit down and have a talk. You won’t find my powers of expression affected by the little I have had."