“I thought you were.”
“I suppose you know I’ve got no relatives,” she said, as if relenting from her attitude of reproof. “Fortunately, father left just enough money for me to live on.”
“Must you go to Brighton?”
She nodded.
“Where can I write to?”
“It will depend,” she said. “But I shall send you the address to-morrow. I shall write you before I go to bed whether it’s to-night or to-morrow morning.”
“I wonder what people will say!”
“Please tell no one, yet,” she pleaded. “Really, I should prefer not! Later on, it won’t seem so sudden; people are so silly.”
“But shan’t you tell Janet?”
She hesitated. “No! Let’s keep it to ourselves till I come back.”