But troubled thoughts returned to her. As they drove home that evening, her aunt wondered that she was so grave and still.
"Is anything troubling you, Aldyth?" she asked at last.
"Yes," said Aldyth, "I am thinking about uncle. Do you know what is his wish concerning me—and Guy?"
"Yes, dear, I have known it for some time. You don't mean to say that uncle has spoken to you about it?"
"Not directly; but I could not help knowing what he meant. He asked me to try to do what would add so greatly to his happiness. But how can one try in such a case? If only he would see that it is impossible!"
"You think it so, then?" said her aunt, quickly.
"Auntie, do you need to ask the question? You might know me better than to suppose that I could marry Guy."
"Well, I thought not," said Miss Lorraine. "It does not surprise me to hear you say so. And yet—and yet—I am very sorry. This will make a deal of trouble."
"I can bear my share of the trouble," said Aldyth, "but I am sorry to disappoint uncle. He desires it so much, that for his sake, I almost wish it were possible."
Miss Lorraine sighed. Various aspects of the affair presented themselves to her which never entered into Aldyth's thoughts. She wondered whether the girl's mother would approve of the decision to which she had come. To Aldyth, the question was perfectly simple, and it never occurred to her as possible that her mother's opinion on the subject might not coincide with her own.