Marian lifted her eyes to his.
“I’m come home, Jervis,” she said.
“To stay, Polly?”
“I don’t know. Yes, I suppose so. I’ve nowhere else to go, and nothing else to do.” The words were spoken drearily.
“If I’d been you, I’d have come sooner, or I’d have stayed away altogether,” said Hannah.
“I couldn’t come sooner, for I was wanted; and I can’t stay longer now, for they’ve done with me,” Marian answered.
“Well, you can get out of my way, I hope, for you’re just in it, sitting there. I’ve got to go to and fro.”
Marian dejectedly rose, and went to another seat.
“Hannah, don’t worry the poor thing,” said Jervis very low.
“Worry! What—asking her to get out of my way! It wouldn’t be so very surprising if I asked her to help me, instead of dawdling there idle,” Hannah said sharply.