“Because, Pat, I’m wondering how I shall get on in England. I’m going out there this fall. I’m two and twenty, you know, and I can do as I like, and living in the back blocks is beginning to pall.”
“Going there by yourself?”
“No, I’m not quite so independent as that. The Van Liews, the people I’m staying with here, spend the winter in London, and they’re going to take me with them.”
“And afterwards, you come back again to the States?”
Miss Kildare again watched the bronze-green humming-bird. “Quien sabe?” she said. “I may be induced to stay.”
“What! You’re going to get married?”
“Why not, if I have an invitation? Twenty-two’s getting on.”
“Ah,” said Onslow, and set to rocking his chair.
“Yes?”
“I didn’t say anything.”