There was the question of financial provision for Lady Berowne, for Barbara. She is my cousin, I've known her since childhood. I have an in-terest.''How strong an interest?'Lampart looked sideways over his shoulder at the fair-haired woman and her nurse, still patiently circling the lawn. He seemed momentarily to transfer his interest to them then recollected himself, a little too obviously, and turned again to Dalgliesh.'I'm sorry. How strong an interest? I don't want to marry her if that's what you're implying, but I am con-cerned about her. For the past three years I've been her lover as well as her cousin. You could call that a strong interest, I suppose.''Did her husband know that you and she were lovers?' 'I've no idea. Husbands usually do get to know these things. Paul and I didn't see each other often enough to make it an embarrassment. We're both busy men with little in common now. Except Barbara, of course. Anyway, he was hardly in a position to object, morally speaking. He had a mistress as I've no doubt you've discovered.
