Anikin felt this was difficult to believe; all the more difficult because he wanted to believe it. Was Mrs. Roseleigh making it easy, too easy?
"But he's going back to Africa," he said.
"How do you know?" she asked.
"He told Mr. Asham, and he told me."
"He will go to London first. Kathleen will not stay here much longer either. I am going soon to London, too, and I shall see Lancelot Stukely there before he goes away, and do my best. And if you see him——"
"Before he goes?"
"Before he goes," she went on, "if you see him, perhaps you could help too, not by saying anything, of course, but sometimes one can help——"
"I have a dread," said Anikin, "of some explanations."
"That is just what she doesn't want—explanations, neither he nor she," said Mrs. Roseleigh. "Kathleen wants us to understand without explanations. She is praying we may understand without her having to explain to us, or without our having to explain to her. She wants to be spared all that. She has already been through such a lot. She is ashamed at appearing so contradictory. She knows I understand, but she doubts whether any one else ever could, and she does not know where to turn, nor what to do."
"And when you go to London," he asked, "will you make it all right?"