“Don’t you——What do you think?”
“I’ve never heard such utter rot in my life,” said Justin. He paused. He considered. Then he delivered himself, judgmatically.
“I don’t like it,” said Justin. “I don’t like the idea. I don’t like it at all. Teaching! I don’t know what’s got into you,” he grumbled.
He was not thinking of her and she knew it. Yet his annoyance was an exquisite gratification. She knew that he would miss her, but she had not expected that he would realize it beforehand. She had looked for interest, congratulation even. She had not dared hope for concern.
“You know,” he pursued, “the old lady won’t like it either. She’s got so used to you.”
He was distinctly worried.
“So have I, for that matter,” he volunteered.
He fidgeted with his ear.
“It’s a problem,” he said.
Laura said nothing.