“I don’t know what Mr. Thrush will do,” she said, with a change to deep gravity.
The two lines showed in her pure forehead.
“I’m so afraid that without me he will fall back. But perhaps I can run down now and then just for the day to keep him up to his promise, poor dear old man.”
“And your friends?”
“Oh, well—of course I shall miss them. But I suppose there is always something to miss. There must be a crumpled rose leaf. I am far more fortunate than almost any woman I know.”
Dion put down his pipe.
“I simply can’t do it,” he said.
“What?”
“Take you away from here. It seems your right place. You love it; Robin loves it. What’s to be done? Shall I run up and down?”
“You can’t. It’s too far.”