The clear truthful eyes do not falter.
‘Why do you ask me that?’ says she. ‘Surely you know it.’
‘Where is your father?’ asks he presently. ‘Let us go and tell him.’
‘Tell father?’ Her tone has an ominous trembling in it.
‘Why, of course,’ says Crosby, regarding her with some surprise. It must be forgiven him if he thinks Mr. Barry will be decidedly glad to hear the news.
‘Oh, I couldn’t,’ says Susan, growing quite pale. ‘He’ll be very angry with me. He will keep on thinking of me as a child, you know, and I can’t get him out of it. When I put on long frocks last year, I thought he’d see it then, but he didn’t; and even the doing up of my hair wasn’t of the slightest use.’
‘We might give him a third lesson,’ says Crosby. ‘Come on, and let us get it over.’
‘You’—Susan draws back, and her tone now is distinctly fearful—‘You couldn’t go without me, could you? By yourself, I mean.’
‘I could, of course,’ says he. ‘But——’