The shadow on her face deepened.
'Will you write?'
'No.' His face began to take on something of the yearning look of the Huguenot in the picture.
'How then shall I hear?'
'I have been thinking about that. I do not know; unless Arthur can carry reports now and then to Dr. Maryland, and Prim or her father bring them to you.'
'He may come straight here at once,' said Hazel. 'I can talk out of a window as well as anybody else. And if anybody ventures to come here to comfort me, I shall'
'What?' said Rollo smiling.
'Send me no reports that way. I could not bear it. And Dr. Arthur will stay in the Hollow while you stay.'
There was a moment's gesture that reminded him of the despairing way in which she had flung herself down in the chair, that long ago night at Green Bush.
'Dr. Arthur will go and come as a physician should, according to the demand for him. What will you do, my little Wych?'