“What has become of O’Hara?” he asked. “Will you tell me all about everything?”
Paddy was only too glad to have someone who knew all about Omeath and The Ghan House, and she readily described all that had happened since he left. Ted listened quietly, leaning back a little, as once before, that he might the better watch her, with his own strong face in the shadow.
“It will be the making of him,” was his comment when she came to Jack’s plans, and Paddy agreed with alacrity.
When she had finished he looked at her, with a slightly wistful look in his grey eyes, and said:
“Now may I tell you about my affairs?”
“Yes, do.”
“I’m following O’Hara’s lead and leaving England,” and he looked hard into her face.
“Leaving England!” she repeated, with frank dismay—indeed, far too frank for Ted, who was sufficiently wise in these matters to know that such a complete absence of self-consciousness left but little room for him to hope in.
“Yes,” dropping his eyes gloomily to the carpet. “At once.”
“I am sorry,” she said expressively. “Why do you go? What is happening to England that you and Jack and Lawrence Blake and everyone must all go abroad?”