“I suppose you are doing your best to be helpful.”
“I’d do anything I could for you.”
“But you don’t know how frightening he is when he just turns his back. Suppose he says, ‘No’.”
“Then you might have to go out there.”
“What! and just walk up to him?”
“Yes, or else wait till he came in.”
“And what should I say?”
“You’d have to tell him you had come.”
“I see.”
“I am going to see where Dicky is,” he said, getting off the window seat. “I really came in to look for her. You had better have a light.” He brought a small lamp over from the writing-table and fastened it to a switch beside her. Then he got a blotting book and some paper and envelopes and took a fountain pen from his pocket. “That will write, you’ll find,” he said, as he laid the things by her and then he went out.