She looked up quickly at the note of unusual tenderness in his voice.
"I am going away!" she said quietly.
A sudden sense of loss, of deprivation, swept over him, and both his voice and the startled face he turned to her showed his feeling.
"Going away?" he echoed.
"Yes." She shook her head sorrowfully.
"But where, Cordelia?"
"I leave for Quebec to-morrow morning, to join Mrs. Spaulding. From there I think I shall go back home—back to Kentucky!"
"But why are you going?"
"For your sake," she said, giving him her eyes unrestrainedly.
"For my sake, Cordelia?" he repeated, astonished, openly miserable.