“I hope there is nothing wrong?” asked Rochester.
“Nothing at all,” she replied. “Yes, we will come here next week. Sibyl, don’t stare in that rude way.”
The return journey was not as lively as that happy one in the morning.
Sibyl felt through her sensitive little frame that her mother was worried about something. Rochester also looked anxious. Lady Helen alone seemed unconscious and distrait. When the child nestled up to her she put her arm round her waist.
“Are you sad about anything, darling Lady Helen?” whispered Sibyl.
“No, Sibyl; I am quite happy.”
“Then you are thinking very hard?”
“I often think.”
“I do so want you to be awfully happy.”