"I know that it has afforded a rather poignant example of the very thing we discussed that afternoon," he replied.
"I thought you knew," she said, pushing her hair away from her forehead with a rapid, nervous movement. "But you see I'm in the dark. No one has said a single word to me. I'd so much rather they did."
"Yes, I can understand that. But you see no one is in a position to say a word to you, except—officially—Mr. Fuller as Supervisor."
"Then why hasn't he?" Miss Marchrose demanded, a sudden colour flooding her pale face.
Sir Julian said nothing, for the conclusive reason that he could think of absolutely nothing to say.
"He told me to-day that my services had been perfectly satisfactory, and that he didn't want me to leave."
"I know he doesn't."
"In that case," said Miss Marchrose, "I must place my resignation with you direct, Sir Julian."
"Have you definitely decided to resign?"
"I'm afraid so," she said, again colouring suddenly.