“You have no idea, I suppose, how long he will be away?”
“No, nor has he.”
“Then what are you going to do about Mrs. Browning’s house?” said the Canon’s bass.
“Oh—well——”
Two lines appeared in her forehead.
“I thought of taking it for six months, and then I can see. My little house in Westminster is let for six months from the first of March.” She had turned to Father Robertson: “I’m only afraid——” She paused. She looked almost disturbed.
“What are you afraid of?” asked Canon Wilton.
“I’m afraid of getting too fond of Welsley.”
The Canon looked across at Father Robertson on the other side of the fireplace.