"Oh," said Isobel, "I don't know that the average bride thinks much of the happiness of relations. She has her trousseaux and the guests to be invited, and all that sort of thing." She turned over a book which was lying near. "I don't think I should have time for Miss Meredith," she said coldly.
Mr. Leighton sat quite quietly.
"Will you be married here?" he asked.
A gleam came to Isobel's eyes.
"That would be nice," she said. There was the feeling of an answer to an invitation in her voice.
"It's at your disposal," he said, "anything we can do for your happiness."
"Is that to show that I do nothing for anybody else's?" Isobel was really grateful.
"Perhaps." He said it rather sadly.
"I might make an endeavour over Sarah," she said.
"You know, from the first, the day you came in the train, you told us you had ignored her, hadn't you? She nursed Robin through a long illness. Saw him grow up and all that kind of thing. Never spared herself in the matter of looking after him!"