"Oh, back to Mrs. Lacy perhaps. I wouldn't mind if Miss Susan was married."
"I would rather go to India with them," said Roger. Gladys knew whom he meant.
"But we can't, they've gone," she replied.
"Are they gone, and Léonie, that nice nurse—are they gone?" said Roger, appalled.
"Yes, of course. They'll be nearly at India by now, I daresay."
Roger began to cry.
"Why, you knew they were gone. Why do you cry about it now—you didn't cry yesterday?" said Gladys, a little sharply it must be confessed.
"I thought," sobbed Roger, "I thought they'd gone to look for Papa, and that they'd come to take us a nice walk every day, and—and——" He did not very well know what he had thought, but he had certainly not taken in that it was good-bye for good to the new friends he had already become fond of. "I'm sure you said they were gone to look for Papa," he repeated, rather crossly in his turn.
"Well, dear," Gladys explained, her heart smiting her, "they have gone to look for Papa. They thought they'd find him at the big town at the side of the sea where the ships go to India from, and then they'd tell him where we were in Paris, and he'd come quick for us."
"Is this Paris?" asked Roger.