"Wasted sentiment!" said Jake.
"No, it isn't—it isn't—because he is just beginning—to be sorry for himself. Jake, it haunts me."
"Well, you're not to lie awake over it," said Jake unsympathetically.
"I shall know if you do, and I shall keep you in bed tomorrow. Got that?"
He looked at her with determination glittering in his eyes.
"You're very horrid," she said.
"Yes, I know. Somebody's got to be. It's a world of contrasts, and we can't all be kings and queens. Go to bed now! I'll say good night to Bunny for you."
But Maud lingered still. "What is Charlie going to do for him?"
Jake led her with firmness into the hall. "It's the Agency. He's going to help old Bishop. I think the life will be good for him—if there isn't too much Saltash about it."
"Oh, how good of Charlie!" Maud said.
"Yes, he means well this time." Jake's arm impelled her up the shallow stairs. "Hope he'll keep it up, but it won't surprise me any if he doesn't. He's never been a stayer, and he's not the sort to begin now."
"You really don't understand him," Maud said.