He drew his own chair close to hers when she had seated herself.
"I thought you and your grandmother were going later: is not this unexpected?"
"Yes, it is very unexpected."
"But of course she is going with you?"
"No, I am going alone."
"For the summer?"
"Yes, for the summer. I suppose for a long time."
She continued to sit with her cheek leaning against the back of the chair, her eyes directed outward through the windows. He asked reluctantly:
"Is there any trouble?"
"Yes, there is trouble."