“Oh! Rodney, it’s the dearest place. I love every inch of it. Besides, I’m not altogether by myself.”
He did not seem to hear her; and what he said next arose evidently out of his own thoughts.
“I say, are those Powells still here?”
“They’ve been here all the time.”
“Do you see much of them?”
“I see them every day. Sometimes nearly all day.”
“That accounts for it.”
Again he paused.
“It’s my fault, Agatha. I shouldn’t have left you to them. I knew.”
“What did you know?”