“Your guesses, doctor, are apt to be pretty good,” said Sir Richmond.

“You know that?”

“She has told me as much.”

“H’m.  Well—­She impressed me as having the air of a girl who has had to solve many problems for which the normal mother provides ready made solutions.  That is how I inferred that there was no mother.  I don’t think there has been any stepmother, either friendly or hostile?  There hasn’t been.  I thought not.  She has had various governesses and companions, ladies of birth and education, engaged to look after her and she has done exactly what she liked with them.  Her manner with Miss Seyffert, an excellent manner for Miss Seyffert, by the bye, isn’t the sort of manner anyone acquires in a day.  Or for one person only.  She is a very sure and commanding young woman.”

Sir Richmond nodded.

“I suppose her father adores and neglects her, and whenever she has wanted a companion or governess butchered, the thing has been done....  These business Americans, I am told, neglect their womenkind, give them money and power, let them loose on the world....  It is a sort of moral laziness masquerading as affection....  Still I suppose custom and tradition kept this girl in her place and she was petted, honoured, amused, talked about but not in a harmful way, and rather bored right up to the time when America came into the war.  Theoretically she had a tremendously good time.”

“I think this must be near the truth of her biography,” said Sir Richmond.

“I suppose she has lovers.”

“You don’t mean—?”

“No, I don’t.  Though that is a matter that ought to have no special interest for you.  I mean that she was surrounded by a retinue of men who wanted to marry her or who behaved as though they wanted to marry her or who made her happiness and her gratifications and her condescensions seem a matter of very great importance to them.  She had the flattery of an extremely uncritical and unexacting admiration.  That is the sort of thing that gratifies a silly woman extremely.  Miss Grammont is not silly and all this homage and facile approval probably bored her more than she realized.  To anyone too intelligent to be steadily excited by buying things and wearing things and dancing and playing games and going to places of entertainment, and being given flowers, sweets, jewellery, pet animals, and books bound in a special sort of leather, the prospect of being a rich man’s only daughter until such time as it becomes advisable to change into a rich man’s wealthy wife, is probably not nearly so amusing as envious people might suppose.  I take it Miss Grammont had got all she could out of that sort of thing some time before the war, and that she had already read and thought rather more than most young women in her position.  Before she was twenty I guess she was already looking for something more interesting in the way of men than a rich admirer with an automobile full of presents.  Those who seek find.”