"Dolly, how long do you propose remaining in this charming locality?"
"Do you not think it charming?" she inquired. "I think the walks about are lovely, and the air so pure, and the scenery so calm and peaceful—"
"Granted, my love; but it is a place one would soon grow very tired of. I must honestly confess I find time hang very heavily on my hands already."
"Don't say that, don't," she entreated.
"But, Dolly, if it be true why should I not say it?" he inquired.
"Because, my poor dear," and Dolly laid a trembling hand on his shoulder, "I am afraid you will have to stay here and learn to like and find your interests in it."
He took her hand in his, and turned so that he could see her face.
"What is it, dear, you are keeping from me? Is there any difficulty about getting the interest of your money. Mr. Daniells is in London I know, and the matter now ought to be put right. Tell me all about it, dear—why are we in this place, and why do you say we must remain here?"
"Because," Dolly began, and then stopped, hesitating how to frame her sentence.