The housekeeper had made her suspicions only too plain, but it would be useless, Caroline knew, to try to convince her that she hadn’t the slightest notion of trying to steal Randall from Grace. How foolish and futile such an ambition would be—even were she to entertain it for a moment. And yet, as she closed her bedroom door behind her, she knew that somehow during that talk in the study they had come closer together than they had done since her arrival. Grace was a lucky woman, Caroline thought vaguely. It was true she didn’t appear to get along smoothly with Randall Craig, yet undoubtedly he had a fascination that any woman would find hard to resist. Their relationship was so full of tension that it would forge stronger bonds between them than would an ordinary conventional romance. It would be impossible, of course, to convince Mrs. Creed that under the circumstances, her conclusions were ludicrous. To her it would be the ordinary and fairly common pattern of a young, unsophisticated girl falling hopelessly and foolishly in love with her employer.
