Why, you may have a pony, and all sorts of nice things."
"I don't want a pony," she answered, hanging on his arm. "I don't want
to go away. I want to stay here--and wait till you come back."
He laughed.
"Why, when I come back, little woman," he answered, "you will be
almost grown up. Come, dry your eyes now, and I tell you what we will
do. You shall come back with me to breakfast, and then drive up to the
station and see us off."
"I should like to come," she whispered, "but I am afraid of the other
gentleman."
"Very likely we sha'n't see him," Aynesworth answered. "If we do, he
won't hurt you."
"I don't like his face!" she persisted.
"Well, we won't look at it," Aynesworth answered. "But breakfast we
must have!"
They were half way through the meal, and Juliet had quite recovered
her spirits when Wingrave entered. He looked at the two with impassive
face, and took his place at the table. He wished the child "Good
morning" carelessly, but made no remark as to her presence there.
"I have just been telling Juliet some good news," Aynesworth remarked.
"I went to see Mr. Saunders, the Vicar here, last night, and he has
found out some of her father's friends. They are going to look after
her."
Wingrave showed no interest in the information. But a moment later he
addressed Juliet for the first time.
"Are you glad that you are going away from Tredowen?" he asked.
"I am very, very sorry," she answered, the tears gathering once more
in her eyes.
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