She walked with him towards the house.
“I ought to have been discussing your departure with Mr. Van Decht, and instead I have been discussing other things with you.”
“Discussing what?”
“Your departure!”
She laughed softly.
“Do you think that we are going away?”
“You must,” he answered, sadly. “Theos may be no safe place for you in forty-eight hours even.”
She pressed his arm lightly.
“Dear,” she said, “you are foolish. If ever I am to be anything to you and these people what would they think of me if I ran away when evil times came? But wait! You must hear what father says. He knows nothing of this.”