“She doesn’t seem to.”
“What’s made the difference?”
“Anthony Robeson, probably.”
“Must seem pretty good to him to have her care like that.”
“I presume so.”
“It isn’t everybody that could inspire such an—affection—in such a girl.”
“No, indeed.”
Carey looked intensely gloomy. The two walked on in silence, Miss Dearborn studying the sunset, Carey studying Miss Dearborn. Suddenly he spoke again.
“Judith, do all our plans for the future seem as desirable to you as they did this morning?”
“Which ones?”