Who would help her through the long days when he was not at hand? She fell back helplessly on her old futile hope.
"I shall be used to it soon! I must get used to living like this soon, surely!"
There would be Aunt Madge, too; It was comforting to think of her, but Marie did not realize that when she married Chris she had burnt her boats behind her, and would never again find happiness or contentment in the simple things that had pleased her before.
Her heart was heavy as she went downstairs; it was a particularly beautiful morning, and her eyes were misty with tears as she looked at the blue sea and the sunlight and realized that to-morrow she would open her eyes on bricks and mortar and smoky London.
Yet it had been her own wish to return. She could have stayed on had she chosen.
97 "Good morning," said Feathers beside her.
She turned quickly, her eyes brightening.
"Am I down before you? It's generally the other way about?"
"Yes, I overslept myself. Where's Chris?"
"I don't think he's up yet."