"This is _your_ affair, you know.

You are her guardian.
You should see to it." "I could speak to her." "That would be fatal.

She is just the sort of girl to say 'Yes' to him because she was told to say 'No.'" "You seem to have studied her," says the professor quietly.
"Well, I confess I have seen a good deal of her of late." "And to some purpose.

Your knowledge of her should lead you to making a way out of this difficulty." "I have thought of one," says Hardinge boldly, yet with a quick flush.

"You are her guardian.