“Paul,” she said, after a while, “send Cicely home; send her home with her grandfather, she can travel now without danger.”
“I can’t desert Cicely,” said Paul, surprised.
“It wouldn’t be desertion; you can always help her. And she would be much happier there than here.”
“She’s not going to be very happy anywhere, I am afraid.”
“The judge would be happier, too,” said Eve, shifting her ground.
“I dare say. Poor old man!”
“A winter in Port aux Pins would kill him,” Eve continued.
“I intended to take them south before the real winter, the deep snow.”
“Mrs. Mile could go now. And—and perhaps Mr. Hollis.”
“Kit? What could Kit do down there?”