“A long time ago! And so you will not come?”
“Papa says he will send me home to England to school for a year or two, after I am done with Mrs Glencairn.”
“And would you like that?”
“No, not at all. Mama would miss me so much, and Selina. But I don’t intend to make myself unhappy about it. Very likely papa may forget all about it again.”
“He forgets with ease some things,” said Mr St. Cyr: “let us hope he may forget this.”
“I should not like to go, because of mama,” repeated Frederica.
“And that is a good reason why you will not come and stay with me. Ah, well! I do not blame you. This is not the place for a bright little flower like you to bloom in. I must still be alone, I suppose.”
“But I will come sometimes and see you, and so will Tessie, if you would like us to do so,” said Frederica, rising to go: “and I shall certainly come if I fall into any more troubles. You said I was to do so, did you not, Cousin Cyprien?”
“Surely, I shall expect you.”
“And I have come already with these tiresome papers. And ah! I had forgotten. There were several things I wished to say about them.”