"And so you stepped in to lighten and brighten a little child's life!"
Gwynneth blushed unseen; for all this time he was looking at Georgie and not at her.
"You mustn't put it like that," she said, "for it isn't the case. It was quite a selfish pleasure. I was all alone. And it began by his being dreadfully ill."
"What—Georgie?"
"Yes, and I was able to nurse him a little. And after that we couldn't do without each other. But now we shall have to try."
He had looked at her with the last quick question, and was looking still, a new anxiety in his eyes.
"Do you mean that you are going away?" he said; and his tone did not conceal his disappointment.
"I am sorry to say I am," replied Gwynneth, feeling all she said.
"Soon?"
"To-morrow."