"What I tried to. Doesn't she see it now?"
She had already told him the best. Beatrix's last word had been the message of love to him, but Caroline had had to struggle for it.
"She's all upset," she said. "She can't see everything all at once. She's outraged at having been jilted; that was her word. She's indignant against him for lowering her in her own eyes. She almost seems to hate him now."
"That's because she's angry with him. It doesn't mean that she won't feel it a lot before she's done."
"No. She's hurt and angry all round."
"Angry with me, then?"
"No, not that. And at the end—I told you—she sent you her love, and a kiss. Oh, she does love you. But you'll have to be a little careful, Dad."
"Careful, eh? She doesn't think I'm going to crow over her, does she?"
"Of course not. And I told her how sweet you'd been about it—that you only wanted to help her to forget it."
"Well, what's the trouble then?"