He took her hand and led her back. “I was looking for you; I have found a little bed for Jack; but I don’t know that it will do.”
“You are very good, Paul, but Jack will not need it. I am going away to-night; I have only just learned that there is a boat.”
“We don’t want to hear any talk of boats,” Paul answered. He drew her towards the sofa and placed her upon it. “Sit down; you look so tired!”
“I’m not tired; at least I do not feel it. And I have a great deal to do, Paul; I must see about Jack’s frocks.”
“Jack’s frocks can wait. There’s to be no journey to-night.”
“Yes, there is,” said Cicely, with a mutinous little smile. Her glance turned towards her grandfather and Eve; then it came back to Paul, who was standing before her. “None of you shall keep me,” she announced.
“You will obey your grandfather, won’t you?” Paul began, seriously.
The judge got up, rubbing his hands round each other.
“No,” Cicely answered; “not about this. Grandpa knows it; we have already talked it over.”
“You are wrong; you ought not to be willing to make him so unhappy.”