'You mean to leave us altogether then?' said Edith, feeling unspeakably thankful.
'Exactly. That's just what I do mean.'
'But will you be happy—comfortable—alone in America?'
He walked across the room and came back.
'Edith, I'm sorry to pain you, but I shall not be alone.'
Edith started, thinking of Madame Frabelle's letter … from Liverpool!
Evidently they were going away together.
'Of course I give up the Foreign Office and my salary there, but you have some money of your own, Edith; it will be enough for you and the children to live quietly. And perhaps I shall be able to afford to send you part of my income that my father left me when I get something to do over there,' he added rather lamely.
'You mean to get something to do?'
'Yes; when I'm strong enough. I'm very ill—very.'
There was a long pause, then Edith said kindly: