But Fleda gave him her hand very demurely without raising her eyes again, and he went.
Barby who had come in to clear away the table took her stand at the window to watch Mr. Carleton drive off. Fleda had retreated to the fire. Barby looked in silence till the sleigh was out of sight.
"Is he going back to England now?" she said coming back to the table.
"No."
Barby gathered a pile of plates together and then enquired,
"Is he going to settle in America?"
"Why no, Barby! What makes you ask such a thing?"
"I thought he looked as if he had dressed himself for a cold climate," said Barby dryly.
Fleda sat down by Hugh's easy-chair and laid her head on his breast.
"I like your Mr. Carleton very much," Hugh whispered after awhile.