“There are your pets still, Clare. They are waiting for you on the lawn.”
“I must send them back to their cote without delay,” said the girl “May I step outside for one moment, Miss Mowbray?”
“Only for a moment, my dear child. I am afraid that you place too much confidence in our English climate.”
He opened the window, and Clare stepped out among the pigeons that rose in a cloud to meet her. Claude followed her slowly.
Agnes watched them without leaving her seat. They stood side by side in the fading light.
“God help her! God help her!” said Agnes, in a low voice.
CHAPTER XVII.
I wonder if you will think our life here desperately dull,” said Agnes, when she had dined tête-à-tête with Clare that same night. “I wonder will you beg of me to turn you out after you have experienced a week of our country life.”