‘When?’ asked Amy.
‘Not till term begins. You know he is to have a fortnight’s leave before the regiment goes to Ireland.’
‘Oh, I hope it will come right then. People must come to an understanding when they meet; it is so different from writing.’
‘He will do everything to set things on a right footing. You may be confident of that, Amy, for your sake as much as anything else.’
‘I can’t think why he should know I have anything to do with it,’ said Amy, blushing. ‘I had much rather he did not.’
‘Surely, Amy, you think he can be trusted with your secret; and there is no one who can take more care for you. You must look on him as one of ourselves.’
Amy made no answer, and Laura, was annoyed.
‘You are vexed with him for having told this to papa; but that is not reasonable of you, Amy; your better sense must tell you that it is the only truly kind course, both towards Guy and yourself.’
It was said in Philip’s manner, which perhaps made it harder to bear; and Amy could scarcely answer,—
‘He means it for the best.’