CHAPTER XII
That evening Teresa got no word alone with David.
The next morning at breakfast it was proposed that Dick, Concha and Rory, and Arnold, should motor to the nearest links, play a round or two, and have luncheon at the clubhouse; and David asked if he might go with them to “caddy.”
Harry and Guy had to leave by an early train.
The day wore on; and Teresa noticed that the Doña kept looking at her anxiously, in a way that she used to look at her when she was a child and had a bad cold.
In the afternoon she took a book and went down to the orchard; but she could not read. The bloom was on the plums; the apples were reddening.
So silently they one to th’other come,
As colours steale into the Pear or Plum.