In her eagerness, the child spoke above a whisper. Mrs. Gallilee heard the question, and answered it.
“They will bring Carmina back,” she said, “the moment I can get out.”
Zo looked at her father. “Do you say that?” she asked.
He shook his head gravely, and told her again to go to the schoolroom. On the first landing she stopped, and looked back. “I’ll be good, papa,” she said—and went on up the stairs.
Having reached the schoolroom, she became the object of many questions—not one of which she answered. Followed by the dog, she sat down in a corner. “What are you thinking about?” her sister inquired. This time she was willing to reply. “I’m thinking about Carmina.”
Mr. Gallilee closed the door when Zo left him. He took a chair, without speaking to his wife or looking at her.
“What are you here for?” she asked.
“I must wait,” he said.
“What for?”
“To see what you do.”