Hilary, have you thought that if she continues coming to Father---"
"I shall tell her that she mustn't!"
Cecilia's heart gave two thumps, the first with pleasure, the second
with sympathy.
"It will be horrid for you," she said. "You hate doing anything of that
sort."
Hilary nodded.
"But I'm afraid it's the only way," went on Cecilia, rather hastily.
"And, of course, it will be no good saying anything to Father; one must
simply let him suppose that she has got tired of it."
Again Hilary nodded.
"He will think it very funny,", murmured Cecilia pensively. "Oh, and
have you thought that taking her away from where she is will only make
those people talk the more?"
Hilary shrugged his shoulders.
"It may make that man furious," Cecilia added.
"It will."
"Oh, but then, of course, if you don't see her afterwards, they will
have no--no excuse at all."
"I shall not see her afterwards," said Hilary, "if I can avoid it."
Cecilia looked at him.
"It's very sweet of you, Hilary."
"What is sweet?" asked Hilary stonily.
"Why, to take all this trouble. Is it really necessary for you to do
anything?" But looking in his face, she went on hastily: "Yes, yes, it's
best. Let's go at once. Oh, those people in the drawing-room! Do wait
ten minutes."
A little later, running up to put her hat on, she wondered why it was
that Hilary always made her want to comfort him.
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