"Perhaps not as bad as that," she admitted. "But, indeed, he is much perturbed ... and, oh! I wish that you would not make us so unhappy." She dabbed at her eyes with a wispy handkerchief, but managed to watch his face all the same. "David loves you so, the pet! and Miles is so delighted to have found you again—and I like you—and—and—and I think 'twill be indeed rude and horrid if you do go—besides being so silly!"
"Do you, Molly? You make me feel I should be an ungrateful boor to refuse—"
The handkerchief was whisked away.
"Then, of course you won't try to refuse! You'll stay? Promise!"
"I cannot thank you enough—"
"Oh, you nice Jack! Till the autumn? Promise!"
"Molly, I really—"
"Promise! I shall cry if you do not!"
"I cannot! How could I prey upon your hospitality for so—"
"What rubbish, Jack! As if Miles had not spent months and months at Wyncham when you were boys—"