"But I think I
ought to go."
"You will do what you think you ought, I am sure," he said; and her heart
sank at the ease with which he acquiesced.
She turned to walk towards the house, and he walked beside her. "You will
come to me if I can help you?" he said.
"If I might use your name in case no one will let me a house?"
"Of course. But you are not going to-day?"
She had not meant to do so, but since he seemed to expect it, found
herself saying that she was.
"There is another matter," he said, "and it is that I came out to speak
about. My brother Reginald is coming home."
"Really? Is that so?" She spoke without any show of interest. "I thought
he had gone for a year."
"That was the original plan. But he went because I wished it--at that
time. He has always been to me a docile, dear fellow, and I fear I
presumed on that. I had no right to order his goings and comings--to order
his life. None."
"I think it was Franky's death. I think he was glad to go--"
"That is as may be. I am going to tell him, now, to come back."
Deleah, feeling that this was a matter in which she had no concern, walked
on, saying nothing.
"And now," Sir Francis went on, "I am going to ask you to alter your mind
about leaving us.
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