“Yes, a half-intention.”
“To return to London?”
“I suppose so.”
She kept silence, and he added:
“My sister’s husband is ill. Circumstances might compel me to return.”
“But you are not summoned? You won’t leave your cottage unless there is a necessity?”
“Perhaps not; yet I can’t be sure. I act very much on impulse.”
“That phrase reminds me of some one—a very foolish young man, whom you don’t at all resemble.”
“Some one you know?”
“One of the many; never mind him. But you will not be gone before next Wednesday; that we may take for granted; unless, of course, you have bad news. You will come and lunch with us on Wednesday?”