"No. I would give anything to have back the old state of matters between us, and to some extent it is not impossible even now. But only one road lies open. Until you take that road—"
She moved her head slightly,—a quick involuntary negation.
"Some day I shall be cleared," she whispered, with unsteady lips. "Some day it will be made plain. I can't say what is not true."
"Hush! We will not discuss the question any further. Let me know what time you go on Friday, and I will take care that you have enough money."
Dr. Bryant quitted her abruptly, and Lettice's tears fell fast. The next moment, two warm arms were flung round her.
"Lettice, you're crying. What are you crying about? Has Mamsie been scolding? My pictures are all arranged. Don't you mean to come and help me paste them in?"
She tried to say, "Yes, when you like."
"I want to get them done before you go. I do wish you wouldn't go. It'll be so horrid. Lettice, you mustn't cry."
"Keith, if you knew how hard it is—to have uncle think such things of me!"
"I wouldn't if I was him," said Keith.