“Italy, papa, would do you good,” said Cecilia.
“It might,” said he.
“If we go immediately, papa; to-morrow, early in the morning, before there is a chance of any visitors coming to the house.”
“From Bevisham?”
“From Steynham. I cannot endure a second persecution.”
“But you have a world of packing, my dear.”
“An hour before breakfast will be sufficient for me.”
“In that case, we might be off early, as you say, and have part of the Easter week in Rome.”
“Mr. Austin wishes it greatly, papa, though he has not mentioned it.”
“Austin, my darling girl, is not one of your impatient men who burst with everything they have in their heads or their hearts.”