“Casa Felice!”
She laughed.
“To be sure; I was to baptise it, wasn’t I?”
“Ah, that—will you have it for a while?”
“But you are going there!”
“I will not go. It is all ready. The servants are engaged. You will be perfectly looked after, perfectly comfortable. Let me feel I can do something for you. Try it. You will find beauty there—peace. And I—I shall be on the lake, not far off.”
“I must be alone,” she said wearily.
“You shall be. I will never come unless you send for me.”
“I should never send for you or for anyone.”
She did not say then what she would do, but three days later she accepted Sir Donald’s offer.