Martin transferred his gaze to his sister.
“I really don’t think there’s much chance of it,” he said.
“Of your getting through?”
“I might manage that. But there are other things. The career I propose, for instance.”
“But he’s reconciled to that,” said Helen. “That’s nothing new.”
Martin paddled on without answering this, and Helen looked at him rather closely.
“There is something more,” she said. “What is it? Is there not something more?”
He brought the boat up to the bank in Byron’s pool, where they were to disembark.
“Yes, there is,” he said. “At least, there may be. There is no use in my telling you now. If it happens, if I am sure it is going to happen, I will tell you beforehand. I promise you that. And now I think we won’t talk any more about it.”
But a sudden uneasiness seized the girl.