"He has been very, very kind," she answered. "He was always that, from
the first time I saw you both. Do you remember? It was down in the
lower gardens."
"Yes!" he answered, "I remember quite well."
"He was very kind to me then," she continued, "and you--well, I was
frightened of you." She stopped for a moment and laughed. Her eyes
were full of amazed reminiscence. "You were so cold and severe! I
never could have dreamed that, after all, it was you who were going to
be the dearest, most generous friend I could ever have had! Do you
know, Walter--I mean Mr. Aynesworth--isn't very pleased with me just
now?"
"Why not?"
"He cannot understand why I will not tell him my guardian's name. I
think it worries him."
"You would like to tell him?" Wingrave asked.
She nodded.
"I think so," she answered.
Wingrave said no more, but after breakfast he went to his study alone.
Juliet found him there an hour later, sitting idly in front of his
table. His great pile of correspondence was still untouched. She came
and sat on the edge of the table.
"What are we going to do this morning, please?" she asked.
Wingrave glanced towards his letters.
"I am afraid," he said, "that I must spend the day here!"
She looked at him blankly.
"Not really!" she exclaimed. "I thought that we were going to walk to
Hanging Tor?"
Wingrave took up a handful of letters and let them fall through his
fingers.
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