She started lightly, as if he had awakened her from a dream.
“I should like you to see my father and Lilias. Will you go down and stay with them at Belfayre?”
She was silent a moment.
“Shall I?” she said.
“Yes; do,” he replied. “You will see then that what I have said is quite true. I should like you to go. I think you would be happy there. You are always longing for the country, you know.” He smiled.
“I will go if you wish it, and they would like me to?” she said.
“There is no question of that,” he said. “Will you go at once?”
“Yes, if you wish it,” she responded again.
There was another silence. If he had loved her it would have been so easy to talk; but he did not know what to say, and he could not make the silence eloquent with caresses.
“You must take your habit with you,” he said; “and I will choose a horse for you, and I will send down this pair, so that you can ride and drive as often as you please. We must try and make you happy.”