“What are you going to do, Miss Pembury?” she asked in a low voice, as she bent over the boy.
“She is going to stay with me,” cried Caryl, as he joined his hands together round Rhoda’s neck, and clinging to her, refused to relax his hold.
Lady Eridge looked at her.
“You can’t stay here, of course?”
“Of course not. I am going away at once,” said Rhoda.
The boy burst into loud sobs.
The marchioness bent down to whisper in her ear.
“I’m going to take him to the Priory, to-night, out of the way of everything. His father will not mind, I’m sure.”
“No. That will be the best thing possible.”
“Will you come with him?”