“I’ll risk it. Besides, Lawrie, who knows! I might be able to help.”
“I have rather a weakness for managing my own affairs.”
“I know you have, and on the whole they do you credit, but it seems to me there’s something on foot now, that you’re just not quite so dead certain sure about as usual.”
Lawrence was silent.
“Once before it was the same,” said Gwen. “Don’t you remember when a certain father died, and you were in doubt? Well, didn’t Gwen manage you then and help to keep you from running off the track!”
“I am not in doubt now,” he answered.
“No, but I strongly suspect that you are in love.”
He only looked steadily before him and made no sign.
“If it’s Paddy,” said candid Gwen, “I’ll just move heaven and earth to help you. If it isn’t you can ‘gang yer ain gait.’”
She waited, and presently Lawrence said quietly: “It is Paddy.”