“Whether you do or not, I shouldn’t go to the Stones again in the dark if I were you. It’s not a healthy spot.”
“But the child goes!” she said in surprise.
“The child!” He lifted his brows. “The child is different,” he said briefly. “The child goes everywhere.”
His tone did not invite comment. She wondered and held her peace.
After a moment he went on, his jaw set in the fighting fashion she had come to associate with him. “All this is beside the point, though you’ve satisfied me in one particular. Now, Miss Thorold, to return to the charge! Why must you go from here before you are fit?”
“I think you know why,” she said.
“But if you have no one to go to—” he said.
“I am going to work,” said Frances, with decision.
“What is your work?” he asked.
She answered him without reserve, for his manner had undergone a change. “I am a typist. I have been secretary to the Bishop of Burminster.”