“Besides, you don’t suppose Percivale can stay here the whole winter. They must part some time.”
“Of course. Only they did not expect it so soon.”
But here my wife was mistaken.
I went to my study to write to Weir. I had hardly finished my letter when Walter came to say that Mr. Percivale wished to see me. I told him to show him in.
“I am just writing home to say that I want my curate to change places with me here, which I know he will be glad enough to do. I see Connie had better go home.”
“You will all go, then, I presume?” returned Percivale.
“Yes, yes; of course.”
“Then I need not so much regret that I can stay no longer. I came to tell you that I must leave to-morrow.”
“Ah! Going to London?”
“Yes. I don’t know how to thank you for all your kindness. You have made my summer something like a summer; very different, indeed, from what it would otherwise have been.”