“She is breaking her heart about him.”
Godwin began to move restlessly from one foot to the other.
“Well, well; perhaps that sad ignorance is better than full knowledge would be.”
Deborah shuddered.
“There is nothing to be done, Godwin, is there?”
He shook his head.
“Not until the prodigal comes back—as he will do sooner or later, to oust the dutiful son,” he answered bitterly.
Deborah said nothing to this—did not even look at him—but her cheeks flushed guiltily.
“Well, good-bye, you’ll miss your train,” she said at last.
“Good-bye,” said he curtly.