"Keith," she said, "you didn't have a mackintosh. You must go away at once to Robert and get dry."
"Not now, Lucy. Let me stay."
"How long can you stay?"
"As long as ever you'll let me."
"Till you go to Italy?"
"Very well. Till I go to Italy."
"When are you going?"
"Not till you're well enough to go with me."
"How did you know I was ill?"
"Because I saw that Kitty had had to finish what your dear little hands had begun."