“And since he saw you—since he married you?”
Cicely laughed happily.
“I will bring you something,” said Paul. He went off to his tent.
Eve came rapidly to Cicely. “Don’t believe a word he tells you!”
“If it is anything against Ferdie, of course I shall not,” answered Cicely, composedly.
The judge had followed Paul to his tent. He waited anxiously outside, and then followed him back.
“I don’t believe, after all, Cicely, that you are going to do what I don’t want you to do,” said Paul, in a cheerful tone, as he came up. He seemed to have abandoned whatever purpose he had had, for he brought nothing with him—his hands were empty.
Cicely did not reply, she played with a curl of Jack’s hair.
“Ferdie himself doesn’t want you to go; you showed me his letter saying so.”
“Yes.”