“I’m going back to London. I don’t know yet what I’ll do.”
“Have you enough money? I can easily lend you something—I cashed a cheque yesterday.”
“Oh, I’m quite all right, thanks.”
“Do you think you’ll go abroad?”
“I’ll try to. Meg is going again next month. I expect I could go with her.”
They were outside. Mary’s box was on the back of the lorry, and Gervase already on the driver’s seat. It was rather a lowly way of leaving the house of one’s fathers. Mary had never been on the lorry before, and had some difficulty in climbing over the wheel.
Jenny steadied her, and for a moment kept her hand after she was seated.
“Of course you know I think you’re doing the only possible thing.”
“Yes ... thank you, Jenny; but I wish I’d done it earlier.”
“How could you?”