"Oh, leave them as long as possible," she said. "You have no idea how it warms my heart. There will be trouble enough when they awake."
Seymour was among those who were going by the early train, and when Dodo came down he had finished breakfast. He got up just as she entered.
"How is he?" he asked.
Dodo's warm approbation went out to him.
"It was nice of you to ask that first, dear Seymour," she said. "He is asleep: he has slept all night."
Seymour lit a cigarette.
"I asked that first," he said, "because it was a mixture of politeness and duty to do so. I suppose you understand."
Dodo took the young man by the arm.
"Come out and talk to me in the hall," she said. "Bring me a cup of tea."
The morning sunshine flooded the window-seat by the door, and Dodo sat down there for one moment's thought before he joined her. But she found that no thought was necessary. She had absolutely made up her mind as to her own view of the situation, and with all the regrets in the world for him, she was prepared to support it. In a minute Seymour joined her.