“Can’t you stay and go back with us to-morrow?” Hugh asked.
“No.” He shook his head. “But I wanted to see the homeward goers before they went. That’s really all I came for.”
The meal over, he had no difficulty in seeing Margaret alone, for she felt that it was to see her he had come.
“Well,” she said, “secret emissary, what is it?”
“You know there’s something?”
“You are full of suppressed news.”
“Yes; good news—oh, such good news!”
“Thank God for that!” she breathed.
“You expected bad?”
“I fear it always. There’s nothing definite that I expect. But somehow——”