Quite certain a cake wouldn't go untended in the bakery oven for long, Phryne returned to the couch to see to her own charge. She was equally certain Dot had done nothing unforgivable, but in such matters, her opinion mattered far less than the specter of Father Grogan.

As tempting as it was to pooh-pooh the 'good' Father, she judged it best to let Dot spit it all out first. "Well, go on, then. Let's hear it. What have you done that's so terribly forward?"