Sara, sensing his wish to be gone and genuinely disturbed at Molly's non-appearance, acquiesced.
“I should be very glad if you would,” she answered. Then turning to Miles, she went on: “I can't think where she can be. Somehow, Molly has become rather—difficult, lately.”
Herrick smiled.
“Don't look so distressed. It is only a little ebullition of la jeunesse.”
Sara turned to him swiftly.
“Then you've noticed it, too—that she is different?”
He nodded.
“Lookers-on see most of the game, you know. And I'm essentially a looker-on.” He bit back a quick sigh, and went on hastily: “But I don't think you need worry about our Molly's vagaries. She's too sound au fond to get into real mischief.”
“She wouldn't mean to,” conceded Sara. “But she is——” She hesitated.
“Youthfully irresponsible,” suggested Miles. “Let it go at that.”