“Three months! Let it be April at least, Kathy.”
“No, I am for May.”
“It’s an unlucky month.”
“Oh, we can defy bad luck, can’t we?” Katherine smiled.
“If you go away, I shall,” said Odd, after a moment’s silence.
“Why, I thought you would stay here and look after mamma—and Hilda,” said Katherine slowly, and with a wondering thought for this revealment of poor Peter’s folly. Peter then intended to heroically sacrifice his infidelity. That he should think she did not see it!
“I am not over this beastly cold yet. A trip through Provence would set me right. I should come back through Touraine just at the season of lilacs. I am afraid I should be useless here in Paris. I see so little of your mother—and Hilda. Arrange that Taylor shall go for her after her lessons.”
“I am afraid that mamma can’t spare Taylor.”
Peter moved impatiently.
“Katherine, may I give you some money? She would take it from you. Persuade her to give up that work. You could do it delicately.”