“That was horrid, wasn’t it? Well, please let me get along as best I can. Let me be honest with myself.”
“You are making it so hard for Dick.”
“Yes. He seemed to take that part much harder than any other. It was the only thing that really seemed to worry him—not to be able to salve things over with money. If he sends me money, I shall send it back.”
Mr. Warner rose.
“I’m going now, my dear. I can’t tell you how sorry I am about this or how convinced I am that it won’t last. I want you to let me help you. I want to come and talk to you now and then.”
“Yes, please do that. I shall be lonely once in a while,” she said bravely.
“You don’t mind all the silly talk?”
Cecily shrugged. “I shan’t hear it. No, I don’t think I do, except for Dick a little.”
“Would you like to go away for the rest of the year?”
“I thought of that, but it doesn’t seem wise to take the children away just now. And that, too, would be expensive.”