‘They deplore,’ he continued in a moment, ‘that they should come to know you only to lose you again so soon.
‘I have quite as much reason to be sorry,’ she answered, looking at him with the slightest possible smile. ‘But perhaps they will let me write to them, and hear from them now and then.’
‘They would think it an honour. Country girls are not often invited to correspond with literary ladies in London.’
He said it with as much jocoseness as civility allowed, then at once rose.
‘Father will be very sorry,’ Marian began, with one quick glance towards the window and then another towards the door. ‘Perhaps he might possibly be able to see you before you go?’
Jasper stood in hesitation. There was a look on the girl’s face which, under other circumstances, would have suggested a ready answer.
‘I mean,’ she added, hastily, ‘he might just call, or even see you at the station?’
‘Oh, I shouldn’t like to give Mr Yule any trouble. It’s my own fault, for deciding to go to-day. I shall leave by the 2.45.’
He offered his hand.
‘I shall look for your name in the magazines, Miss Yule.’