“I want Polly,” Collin said suddenly. “Where is she?”
Hobart gave her an imperative nudge.
“We bother Polly from being her best,” he said softly. “Let’s clear.... Polly’s the only one to make Collin get used to himself.”
In the late evening, Thurley and Mark came back into the house, after Mark had “talked her head off” in the garden and as she said good night, she added,
“To think you’re going to do something that will make the worth-while world claim you!”
“If it’s really not too late to study law,” he lapsed back into uncertainty.
“I’ve come to believe that nothing worth while is ever too late, it may not be in just the way we had planned or preferred, but if the right effort is made, the result follows.... Mark, what wonderful things another person’s tragedy can inspire!”
“It has been Collin mostly—and Lissa’s awful selfishness! Besides, Ernestine is really human and Caleb follows her about like a lamb. She’ll have him writing something ripping if he’s not careful.”
Hobart was reading in the study and he came in to where they were and said that Thurley was too fagged to stay up another moment.
“Which means you want to talk to Mark and being a woman, I’m a hindrance,” she laughed, slipping away.