“I shan’t stay in town. I think I shall go abroad again. I want to think.”
“Dear, dear. Is Marden such a bad atmosphere for the intelligence?”
He coloured up boy-like and then laughed.
“There are too many clever people to help one think there. Also there is a man in Belgium trying some private road experiments. I want to help him.”
“What will Aymer say to it?”
“He thinks I’ve been idle long enough.”
“And the man in Belgium will help you to think?”
“I’m afraid that’s my own job.”
Constantia rose and wandered round the room, vaguely touching a flower here and there and presently came to stand behind her visitor’s chair. She was thinking how young he was, and how strong, and that Patricia was a fortunate girl. Her eyes were very 186 soft and kind as she bent over his chair and touched his shoulder with her fingers.
“Christopher, you are in love!”