Her eyes rested on Dion for a moment; then she looked down again at the letter from Eton.
“He’s in a high state of spirits at the prospect of the journey. But perhaps I oughtn’t to have had him out; perhaps I ought to have gone to England for his holidays.”
“Do you mean because of me?” said Dion.
“I was thinking of cricket,” she replied impassively.
He was silent. After a moment she continued:
“There are no suitable companions for him out here. I wish the Ingletons had a son. Of course there is riding, swimming, boating, and we can make excursions. You’ll be good to him, won’t you?”
She folded the letter up and put it into the envelope.
“I always keep all Jimmy’s letters,” she said.
“Look here!” Dion said in a hard voice. “I think I’d better go.”
“Why?”