“Never mind,” he said. “Your boat does not start till evening; you will have plenty of time to get back.”
“I’d love to go,” she said; “but—are you sure it’s all right for me to go without an invitation?”
“Perfectly, or I would not bring you.”
Pine-breeze entered with a tray.
“Where,” enquired Leslie, “is Campanula San?” Campanula San had not risen yet; she had a headache.
CHAPTER XXV
RETROSPECTION
“I’ll go up and see her,” said Jane, when they had finished breakfast. “May I?”