"No—I cannot.—My father and mother wish me to go out to them as soon as I get a chance."
"Where?"
"In Switzerland."
"Switzerland! To stay how long?"
"I don't know—till the war is over, I suppose. I do not think they would come back before."
"I shall come and fetch you then, Daisy."
But it seemed a long way off. And how much might be between. We were both silent.
"That is heavy for me," said Thorold at last. "Little Daisy, you do not know how heavy!"
He was caressing my hair, smoothing and stroking it as he spoke. I looked up and his eyes flashed fire instantly.
"Say that in words!" he exclaimed, taking me in his arms. "Say it, Daisy! say it. It will be worth so much to me."