‘And Mr. Falloden?’ Connie ventured.
‘He’s coming soon—I didn’t ask,’ said Sorell shortly. ‘That arrangement won’t last long.’
Connie hesitated.
‘But don’t wish it to fail!’ she said, piteously.
‘I think the sooner it is over the better,’ said Sorell, with rather stern decision. ‘Falloden ought never to have made the proposal, and it was mere caprice in Otto to accept it. But you know what I think. I shall watch the whole thing very anxiously; and try to have someone ready to put into Falloden’s place—when it breaks down. Mrs. Mulholland and I have it in hand. She’ll take Otto up to the cottage to-morrow and means to mother Radowitz as much as he’ll let her. Now then’—he changed the subject with a smile—‘are you going to enjoy your winter term?’
His dark eyes, as she met them, were full of an anxious affection.
‘I have forgotten all my Greek!’
‘Oh no—not in a month. Prepare me a hundred lines of the “Odyssey,” Book VI! Next week I shall have some time. This first week is always a drive. Miss Nora says she’ll go on again.’
‘Does she? She seems so—so busy.’
‘Ah, yes—she’s got some work for the University Press. Plucky little thing! But she mustn’t overdo it.’