119 "I knew you would not mind, dear," she added.
Miss Chester was pleased, and said so.
"I have often thought how well Chris and Dorothy would get on together," she said innocently. "They are very much alike in their love of sport."
Marie bit her lip.
"Chris is going away to Scotland," she said, "golfing with Aston Knight and Mr. Dakers."
Miss Chester dropped her knitting.
"Then, my dear child, pray go with him! Mountain air is just what you want to put some color into those pale cheeks. If it is for my sake that you are staying I beg of you to go; I will speak to Chris myself."
Marie laughed nervously.
"I don't want to go—I hate long railway journeys. You know I do. I would much rather stay here. Auntie, it's really the truth!"
Miss Chester took a good deal of persuading, but finally gave in. "I don't like the idea of husband and wife being separated when there is no need for it," she said in a troubled voice, but Marie only laughed as she bent and kissed her.