Chapter Twenty Nine.
“Are you quite sure that you are glad, Graeme.”
“I am very glad, Will. Why should you doubt it? You know I have not so heartsome a way of showing my delight as Rosie has.”
“No. I don’t know any such thing. I can’t be quite glad myself, till I am sure that you are glad, too.”
“Well, you may be quite sure, Will. It is only my old perverse way of looking first at the dark side of things, and this matter has a dark side. It will seem less like home than ever when you are gone, Will.”
“Less like home than ever!” repeated Will. “Why, Graeme, that sounds as if you were not quite contented with the state of affairs.”
“Does it?” said Graeme, laughing, but not pleasantly.
“But, Graeme, everything has turned out better than we expected. Fanny is very nice, and—”