Belfield rubbed his hands against one another with a rueful smile. "Yes, yes, he's a hard fellow. He's hard on us; hard in taking a course that makes scandal inevitable. Meriton High Street will be breast-high in gossip about the midnight expulsion in a few hours. And hard in this-I suppose I'm not entitled to call it persecution-this punishment with which he threatens Harry. Still, if a man had treated my daughter in that way, and that daughter Vivien-" He spread out his hands, and added, "But then he's always been as hard as nails to the poor girl herself. You think there's that other motive? If you're right there, I put my foot in it once." He was thinking of certain hints he had given Wellgood at dinner one evening.
"There's no doubt about it, I think, sir, but it doesn't help us much
