“Yes, I suppose that’s the reason.”
“Do you think he was in love with her?”
“With April?”
“No, of course not, dear. With this girl at Fernhurst?”
“I don’t know. How could I tell?”
And again they sat in silence. It was such a long while since they had been called upon to face a serious situation. For many years now they had lived upon the agreeable surface of an ordered life. They were unprepared for this disquieting intrusion.
“And what’s going to happen now?” she said at last. “I suppose you’ll have to go down to school and see him.”
“Yes, I think so. Yes, certainly. I ought to go down to-morrow.”
“And what will you say to him?”
“I don’t know. What is it the headmaster says?”