“You’ve done all this,” John said, and remained speechless.
“I can’t help wondering what it is exactly that I have done or helped to do. What’s it going to lead to?”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean that this—the breaking free—is a beginning, not an end.”
“I know.... But there’s time enough to think of what’s to come. I won’t think of it now.... Hartington, couldn’t you come too?”
“No; we shape different courses now.”
“But we three shall see each other often—in London. I’ve never seen you in London. And at Oxford, you must stay with me there.”
Hartington looked wistfully at him. “Oh yes,” he said, “we shall see each other often.”
They found on their return that the others had finished tea. Only Hugh remained by the empty cups. He sprang up to meet them.
“I am glad, you civilian! Margaret told me.”