"I hope it is not objectionable to you to come to me here, my own
house being so far away?"
Deleah shyly, but quite honestly, said that she did not mind in the least.
"He is going to tell me that, after all, he has decided to buy Bernard
off," she told herself, but was not allowed to maintain that illusion
long.
"I have a word or two I wished to say to you about my young brother,
Reginald," he said, plunging into his subject.
He sat, his face a little averted from her, looking down at the papers on
his desk, and spoke in a tone as cold and non-committal as if he read what
he had to say to her, written there.
Deleah receiving his communication in uncomfortable silence, he went on:
"For several reasons--some of them business ones--it has been arranged for
my brother to leave Brockenham for a year. To travel!"
Pausing there, she still finding nothing to say, he added, looking closer
at the paper on the desk, "He will not go."
"I am sorry," Deleah shyly said.
"He won't go, because of you." Then he turned his face to her, and Deleah
saw that his face expressed cold disapproval. "I am quite sure you do not
wish to stand in Reginald's light, Miss Day?"
"Oh no."
"I was sure of it.
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