“Only that, dear.”
“You didn’t tell me that Aunt Enid had been in last night about the house next door—” Anne spoke the least little reproachfully.
“I’m sorry. I had such a headache that when she left I went straight to my room. Did she telephone you?”
“Uncle Hendrik did. Isn’t it the greatest luck? It will be such fun arranging it all.” The girl paused and looked at her mother. “And this will make you decide, darling, won’t it?”
“Decide?”
“To stay on here. To keep this house for yourself. It will be almost like our all being together.”
“Yes—almost.”
“You will stay, won’t you?”
“Stay here? I can’t—I can’t!” The words escaped before Mrs. Clephane could repress them. Her heart began to rush about in her like a caged animal.
Anne’s brows darkened and drew together. “But I don’t understand. You told Chris you would—”