Mrs Brodrick was restless; Teresa, who could not, or would not, understand why, chose to insist that her grandmother wanted change of air, and suggested many manner of places, but places where they might all go together.
“It would be such a pity to break us up,” she said.
For a moment Mrs Brodrick was silent.
“Where are we to go?” she asked a little wearily.
“Oh, darling,” cried Teresa, flying to kiss her, “don’t say it in such a tone. Don’t be so tragically sorry! Everything is arranging itself so prettily! And I’ll tell you where we’ll go,” she hurried on, much as if she wished to block argument. “Let us have a day or two at Perugia, so as to see Assisi.”
“All?”
“How could we leave any one out?” asked Teresa reproachfully. “You and Sylvia and I, of course.”
“Of course.”
“And the Maxwells, of course.”
“Of course.”