"From you?"
"No, no. From you."
"Oh, of course I tell him that."
"I—I mustn't send him any message."
"You're not against him too, are you, Alicia?"
"I'm not much against him," whispered Alicia.
"And, if any one says I am, Daisy, don't believe it of me. I must go, dear. I shall be missed. I shall come again."
"Do," said Daisy. "I'm just a little lonely now," and she nearly broke down, as Alicia took her in her arms.
Thus they stood when Medland, suddenly returned on an urgent matter, opened the door, and, standing, looked at them for a moment. Alicia seemed to feel his presence; with a start she looked up. He crossed the room, holding out his hand.
"It is like you," he said simply.