Meg touched his elbow. "Are you not going to write to-night?" she asked in a low voice.
"Not to-night, Meg. I am going to talk to you instead."
She remained motionless by his chair, questioning him with her glance only.
Still he did not speak. After a moment or two he said abruptly, "Meg would you like to go to school?"
"I go to school every day. What do you mean?" she asked, looking at him with quick suspicion.
"I mean quite another sort of school—one kept by ladies, and where your schoolfellows would be ladies; where you would make lots of nice friends; and where you will sleep at night instead of——"
"You mean go away from here—quite?" interrupted Meg, growing pale to the lips.
"Yes," he answered.
"What do you want me to go away for?" she demanded, a flash of anger in her eyes.