"I don't think that is very likely to happen."
There was a moment's silence, then Feathers said, almost fiercely:
"He ought to come home! It is his duty to come home!"
She did not answer—did not know how to answer. She was conscious of a little feeling of perplexity, but she asked no more questions, and when they were home again she held out her hand.
"Good-bye, Mr. Dakers, and thank you so much."
His deep eyes met hers rather defiantly.
"And what about to-morrow?" he asked.
She flushed sensitively.
"I thought you did not care about it," she stammered. "I thought perhaps you did not want to take me out any more—that there were other things you would rather do. Oh, I don't want to take up all 161 your time."
He answered flintily: