"I'll keep your room," said Abel, wishing he was leaving altogether.
Carl Meason left in his motor car. He took the road to Nottingham, which skirted Trent Park, and ran past the old monastery; he slowed down as he neared the ruin and hooted.
Jane heard it and came out; there was a small door opening on to the road.
"Thought you'd know who it was," he said smiling. "I'm off for a few days' tour, but I'll be back at the end of the week. Tell your father I shall be glad if he'll show me round on my return."
"Going away?" said Jane, rather surprised.
"Not for good. Should you be sorry if I were?"
"Yes."
"I'm glad. We seem to be on good terms," he answered.
"Why shouldn't we?"
"No reason at all; on the contrary, I like you. I hope you like me?"