"Much you care for other people," said Frances as she left the room.
But when she had shut the door on him her heart turned to him again. She went down to Anthony where he waited for her in his room.
"Well?" he said.
"It's no use. He won't go."
And Frances, quite suddenly and to her own surprise, burst into tears.
He drew her to him, and she clung to him, sobbing softly.
"My dear--my dear. You mustn't take it to heart like this. He's as obstinate as the devil; but he'll come round."
He pressed her tighter to him. He loved her in her unfamiliar weakness, crying and clinging to him.
"It's not that," she said, recovering herself with dignity. "I'm glad he didn't give in. If he went out, and anything happened to him, I couldn't bear to be the one who made him go."
After all, she didn't love England more than Michael.