Well, I shall go away....
Brute!
To-morrow, I shall go!
CHAPTER XXIII
“MANY WATERS——”
Well! Anyhow there’s no sense in sitting up in my room brooding over this thing, on a heavenly afternoon like this and all.
I’m not going to miss it all just to please him.
And if I am leaving everything—sea and sunshine and mountains—to-morrow, I may as well take in as much of them as I can to-day. Besides, I suppose I shall have to go down some time.
There are these people—whoever they are—expected this afternoon. Obviously I shall have to be at tea to meet them? I shouldn’t in the least mind letting him down by remaining invisible until I’m all packed up and ready for the little local train that must take me up to Holyhead to meet the Euston mail. But there is his mother to consider—she has been so sweet to me from the beginning. What I can’t understand about her is how she ever managed to have such a son? There must have been something odd and horrid about the father; and he must take after him. The girls are all right.