“Now,—at once?”
“Oh, no! The Paris train doesn't go through this place till tonight. There will be ample time.”
“Did Mr. Heldar send you to me?”
“Certainly not. Dick wouldn't do that sort of thing. He's sitting in his studio, turning over some letters that he can't read because he's blind.”
There was a sound of choking from the sun-hat. Maisie bowed her head and went into the cottage, where the red-haired girl was on a sofa, complaining of a headache.
“Dick's blind!” said Maisie, taking her breath quickly as she steadied herself against a chair-back. “My Dick's blind!”
“What?” The girl was on the sofa no longer.
“A man has come from England to tell me. He hasn't written to me for six weeks.”
“Are you going to him?”
“I must think.”