“Why?”
“I promised Miss Dunross to take the green flag with me, wherever I might go.”
My mother smiled.
“Is it possible, George, that you think about this as the young lady in Shetland thinks? After all the years that have passed, you believe in the green flag being the means of bringing Mary Dermody and yourself together again?”
“Certainly not! I am only humoring one of the fancies of poor Miss Dunross. Could I refuse to grant her trifling request, after all I owed to her kindness?”
The smile left my mother’s face. She looked at me attentively.
“Miss Dunross seems to have produced a very favorable impression on you,” she said.
“I own it. I feel deeply interested in her.”
“If she had not been an incurable invalid, George, I too might have become interested in Miss Dunross—perhaps in the character of my daughter-in-law?”
“It is useless, mother, to speculate on what might have happened. The sad reality is enough.”