'Well?'
'I shall leave it up here—with you—to take care of till I come back again.'
She had risen and was half laughing; but there was a tremor in her voice.
'Where are you going?' I asked as I saw her moving towards the door.
'I am going to see if there is a letter from Fabian to say when he is coming. I saw Tim come up the avenue with the papers.'
'But Fabian can't know himself yet!' I objected. However that might be, she was gone, leaving me to a consideration of the brilliant ability I had shown in match-making, both for myself and my friends.
