"What did your Uncle say to that?" (Brodrick's voice was rather faint.)
"He didn't say anything. He couldn't—oh—well, he did say my impertinence was unendurable. And I said his was, when you think what Jinny is."
He meditated on it. He had become, suddenly, a grave and reverent youth.
"We really came," Winny said, "to know whether Jinny is going away?"
"She is going away," said Brodrick, "for three months."
He rose and held out the hand of parting. To his surprise Winny kissed him and kept her face against his as she whispered, "And if—she has to stay a year?"
"She shall stay," Brodrick said.
LX
She went down to Devonshire, to a farmhouse not far from Chagford, on the edge of Dartmoor. Tanqueray had rooms there which were his and nobody else's, and he had lent them to her for three months, or for as long as she cared to stay. She would be safe there, he said. Nobody would find her.