“But,” said Cherry, rather incoherently, “I don’t know—you see, I must take care of Jack.”
“Yes,” said Mr Stanforth, “but any little detention would not hurt either of them, and they must not find that you are knocked up. We can consult the authorities at Ronda.”
“Yes, thank you; I hope you are not over-tired,” said Cherry, half dreamily. “I? oh, no; I am quite well; but I can’t help being anxious.”
“No, it is very perplexing; but I feel quite hopeful of good news myself,” said Mr Stanforth.
But somehow the necessity of this assurance struck a sharper pang to Cherry’s heart than his own vague forebodings.
End of Volume Two.