“Very likely we sha’n’t see him,” Aynesworth answered. “If we do, he won’t hurt you.”
“I don’t like his face!” she persisted.
“Well, we won’t look at it,” Aynesworth answered. “But breakfast we must have!”
They were half way through the meal, and Juliet had quite recovered her spirits when Wingrave entered. He looked at the two with impassive face, and took his place at the table. He wished the child “Good morning” carelessly, but made no remark as to her presence there.
“I have just been telling Juliet some good news,” Aynesworth remarked. “I went to see Mr. Saunders, the Vicar here, last night, and he has found out some of her father’s friends. They are going to look after her.”
Wingrave showed no interest in the information. But a moment later he addressed Juliet for the first time.
“Are you glad that you are going away from Tredowen?” he asked.
“I am very, very sorry,” she answered, the tears gathering once more in her eyes.
“But you want to go to school, don’t you, and see other girls?” he asked.
She shook her head decidedly.