"I was afraid that you might be too busy to come," she went on. "You see, I remembered how important the work was and that there are things which cannot wait for an hour. I could have waited as long as you told me to wait. But I am so glad you could come!"
"I will always come," was his answer. "I have helpers who could be wholly trusted if I died to-night. I have thought of that. One must."
She hesitated a moment and then said, "I am quite away here as you wanted me to be. I see it was the only thing. I read nothing, hear nothing. London—the War—" her voice fell a little.
"They go on. Will you be kind to me and help me to forget them for a while?" He looked through the window at the sky and the moor. "They are not here—they never have been. The men who come back will do anything to make themselves forget for a little while. This place makes me feel that I am a man who has come back."
"I will do anything—everything—you wish me to do," she said eagerly. "Dowie wondered if you would not want to be very quiet and not be reminded. I—wondered too."
"You were both right. I want to feel that I am in another world. This seems like a new planet."
"Would you—" she spoke rather shyly, "would you be able to stay a few days?"
"I can stay a week," he answered. "Thank you, Robin."
"I am so glad," she said. "I am so glad."
So they did not talk about the War or about London, though she inquired about the Duchess and Lady Lothwell and Kathryn.