"Because I have no more to say. Too much has been said already. I am sorry I mentioned the matter at all."
With that he turned from her and entered the house.
Honor met him on the threshold, and her eyes were quick to catch the lurking shadow in his. But she merely said what she had come to say.
"Mr Denvil is longing for you. I have done my small best to amuse him; only there comes a stage when nothing will satisfy him but you. Where's Evelyn?"
"Outside there. It's time she came in."
Honor found her by the verandah rails, standing like a pensive ghost in the dying light.
"Studying the sunset, Evelyn?" she remarked cheerfully. "That's a new departure for you!"
Whereat Evelyn flung out both hands—a pretty appealing gesture all her own.
"Oh, Honor, Theo's been so troublesome! And he wants to take us down on the third of next month. He will explain to you the why of it all; perhaps you'll understand better than I could. Such high-flown notions don't appeal to me a bit. I think Theo is rather like that silly man in the Middle Ages who was always trying to fight windmills, or sheep, or something; and there really ought to be a law to prevent people who want to go about being unselfish to everybody from ever having wives at all!"