“It sure would be a big luxury.”
“You and Mr. Ogden would enjoy it—when I wasn’t there.”
Miss Frink looked around at her chauffeur and smiled, and he smiled back, valiantly, though he was thinking that Millicent was probably not asleep, but staring at the sea with dry, troubled eyes.
“You will come, of course, Aunt Susanna, if I go to law school there?”
“Yes, I think I should cultivate quite an intimacy with New York under those circumstances. I’d bring her with me sometimes, too.” Again she met Hugh’s eyes, and the sudden light in them rewarded her.
There was no other reference to Millicent during the long drive, and they returned to find the girl sitting on the porch. Her white face pulled on Hugh’s heartstrings.
Miss Frink asked her if she had slept, and she replied that she had had a fine rest; and she asked interested questions about the drive until Miss Frink went into the house to pack her bag.
“Did she say anything more?” asked the girl eagerly.
“Nothing—except that when I am in New York at the law school she will bring you to see me.”