He said no more, and she, greatly wondering, did not like to press him further. She hurried the pony as much as possible along the road they had so lately come. "Had he remembered something?" she asked herself. What had happened in those few minutes? Something must have occurred to account for this sudden change. If he would only speak and tell her!
He was sitting with his head sunk on his chest, so that she could not see his face, and he was absolutely silent until after they had turned in at the lodge and were going up the drive. Then he turned to her.
"Is Isabella still here?" he asked.
"Isabella!" faltered Philippa, taken aback by the sudden question.
"Yes, Isabella. Does she still live here?"
"Yes; she lives here."
Then as they pulled up at the door he added, "Will you fetch her? Will you bring her to me, please? I want to see her."
"Certainly she shall come, dear, if you want her."
Ford came to the door in answer to the bell, and Francis descended. Philippa was about to follow him, when he stopped her. "Will you go and fetch her? Will you go now?"
"Won't you let me stay with you? I will send for her."