And then came a rather difficult moment. She did not wish to tell her servants to-night that she was leaving The Trellis House to-morrow, and yet somehow she must convey that fact to Tremaine.
As if he could see into her mind, there came the eager question, "Can you come up to-morrow, darling? The sooner, the better, you know—"
She answered, "I will if you like—at the usual time."
He said eagerly, "You mean that train arriving at 12.30—the one I met you by the other day?"
And again she said, "Yes."
He asked a little anxiously, "How about money, my precious pet? Are you all right about money?"
For once her hard, selfish heart was touched and she answered truly: "You need not bother about that."
And then there came a whispered, "Call me darling again, darling."
And she just breathed the word "Darling" into the receiver, making a vague resolution as she did so that she would be, as far as would be possible to her, a good wife to this simple-hearted, big baby of a man who loved her so dearly.