Mrs. Ansell reflected. "I said that before I knew all the circumstances. Now I think differently."
"You think she still means to go?"
She handed the letter back to him. "I think this is to tell you so."
"This?" He groped for his glasses, dubiously scanning the letter again.
"Yes. And what's more, if you refuse to go she'll have every right to break her side of the agreement."
Mr. Langhope sank into a chair, steadying himself painfully with his stick. "Upon my soul, I sometimes think you're on her side!" he ejaculated.
"No—but I like fair play," she returned, measuring his tea carefully into his favourite little porcelain tea-pot.
"Fair play?"
"She's offering to do her part. It's for you to do yours now—to take Cicely to Hanaford."
"If I find her there, I never cross Amherst's threshold again!"