Robert looked the interrogation he did not utter.
“I have,” said Dahlia.
“Good: if I may call him brother, some day, all the better for me. Now, you won't leave England the day you're married.”
“Soon. I pray that it may be soon.”
“Yes; well, on that morning, I'll have your father and Rhoda at my lodgings, not wide from here: if I'd only known it earlier!—and you and your husband shall come there and join us. It'll be a happy meeting at last.”
Dahlia stopped her breathing.
“Will you see Rhoda?”
“I'll go to her to-morrow, if you like.”
“If I might see her, just as I am leaving England! not before.”
“That's not generous,” said Robert.