“Let me hear from you every day; I will join you if you like.”
“No, I’m best alone; I’m more likely to find her alone. But what am I to go back and say at home?”
“Say anything; what matter is it?”
“But it is matter to me, Mr. Temple! I’ll say you’ve had a difference, and I’m going to London to try to make it up—yes, that will do, and I must make it up.”
Mr. Churchill left the Hall shortly after this, and John Temple returned to the morning-room, where Mrs. Temple was eagerly awaiting him.
“Well,” she said, excitedly, “is he gone? What did you tell him?”
“What you bade me; I told him everything—except why she—”
“Left you? That was right. Oh! I’m so glad, so glad, John Temple, you did not tell him that.”
“It will probably come out.”
“It may and it may not. At all events you may not be here if it does; it is a thousand times best kept quiet. And what is Mr. Churchill going to do?”