She stopped abruptly.
"Till after what, my dear?" enquired the Canon.
She made no answer.
"Lily," Maurice said, trying to make his voice cool and indifferent, "I think you ought to go. It will do you good. Do not mind me. I shall manage very well for a little while."
"You would rather I went, Maurice?"
"I think we ought not to let your father go on his holiday alone."
"I will go," she said quietly.
So it was arranged. The Canon was jubilant at the prospect of his daughter's company, and asked her where they should travel.
"What do you say to the English Lakes, Lily?" he asked, "they are lovely at this time of year, and the rush of the tourist season has scarcely begun. Shall we go there?"
"Wherever you like, father," she said.