"Give me time," she pleaded, "with time the horror may grow less. Let me go away for awhile—a little while. Let me find Arthur—"
"No," he answered, frowning, "you shan't do that; there will be no need—to-morrow I go to fetch him."
"To bring him—here?"
"Why, of course. You see, I intend him to go to college."
Hermione rose and coming to the entrance of the arbour leaned there.
"Why, Hermione—dear love—you're crying! What is it?"
"Nothing," she answered, bowing her face upon her arm, "only—I think—if you ask me again—I can't—keep you—waiting—very long!"