Miss Gostrey but desired to help his lucidity. She had however to be light and tactful. “Up, you mean—a—to his mother?”
“Well, I’m not thinking of his mother now. I’m thinking of the plan of which I was the mouthpiece, which, as soon as we met, I put before him as persuasively as I knew how, and which was drawn up, as it were, in complete ignorance of all that, in this last long period, has been happening to him. It took no account whatever of the impression I was here on the spot immediately to begin to receive from him—impressions of which I feel sure I’m far from having had the last.”
Miss Gostrey had a smile of the most genial criticism. “So your idea is—more or less—to stay out of curiosity?”
“Call it what you like! I don’t care what it’s called—”
“So long as you do stay? Certainly not then. I call it, all the same, immense fun,” Maria Gostrey declared; “and to see you work it out will be one of the sensations of my life. It is clear you can toddle alone!”
He received this tribute without elation. “I shan’t be alone when the Pococks have come.”
Her eyebrows went up. “The Pococks are coming?”
“That, I mean, is what will happen—and happen as quickly as possible—in consequence of Chad’s cable. They’ll simply embark. Sarah will come to speak for her mother—with an effect different from my muddle.”
Miss Gostrey more gravely wondered. “She then will take him back?”
“Very possibly—and we shall see. She must at any rate have the chance, and she may be trusted to do all she can.”