"If you like to send some of those grapes to sister Balliol, at the other house, I think they would do a great deal of good."
"I will just take out a few for you, and I will send the whole basket over there just as it is. Is there anybody to take it?"
"Do not save any for me."
"Why not?"
"Because I do not want anything more than I have got."
"I suppose I may do about that as I please?" said Eleanor, laughing a little.
"No—you may not. I only want this bunch that I have in my hand, for a poor sick fellow whom I think they will comfort. If you feel as I do, and like to send the rest over to the mission house, I think they will be well and gratefully used."
"But Rowland, why did you not tell me that just at first?" she said a little wistfully.
"Do you feel as I do? Tell me that first."
But as Eleanor was not ready with her answer to this question, of course her own got the go-by. Mr. Rhys laughed at her a little, and then told her she might get the house ready for dinner. Very much Eleanor wished she could rather get the dinner ready for the house; yet somehow she had an instinctive knowledge that it would be no use to ask him; and she had a curious unwillingness to make the request.