"I—I know what is right," she faltered.
He saw that he was disturbing her, and he did not want to do that.
"Perhaps in time we'll see," he said. "I have a notion that some day you and I will get straightened out."
"It does n't make so much difference about me; but you—you must get back to your schedule again as soon as ever you can."
"Perhaps to a new one; but that must include you."
She could not help the color in her cheeks. It was beyond her control.
"I must make my own little schedule," she insisted.
"You are going back to the farm?"
She nodded.
"To-morrow we shall be in Italy. Then a train to Genoa and the next boat," she said.