He told her all she longed to know. He came primed with the latest news from Trevlyn. His manner was quiet and gentle. He was very cautious not to alarm or disturb her.
“I shall not be able to see much of you in the future, Monica,” he said, “but you will let me call myself still your friend?”
She bent her head in a sort of assent.
“And will you let me take a friend’s privilege, and ask one question. Are you happy in your new life?”
Monica’s face took a strange expression.
“It is very gay, very lively. I shall like it better as I get more used to it.”
“I see,” he answered, very gently, “I understand. And when are you going home again?”
“I am at home now,” she answered, steadily.