“You heard that I intend to leave? Pray, tell–––”
“Then you’re not going?”
“Quite to the contrary, I intend to fight this thing through if it takes a whole year.”
“I’m so glad!” There was deep relief in her voice. She hesitated before continuing. “I had a terrible quarrel with Father this evening.”
“Why did you do that?”
“I was very angry, and left him to come out here. It is the first time we have ever really fallen out. I’ve thought over some of the unkind things I said to him, and I am ashamed. I was about to go back to him when you fell on those stones and hurt yourself.”
“You are right, Miss Fox. Go back to him. He will see differently, too, now that he has had time to think it all over.”
“That is what worries me. He won’t see differently, though I know he is in the wrong. I’m afraid we’ll quarrel again.”
“Then, I should wait. He will come to you in time.”