These comforting reflections availed her nothing, and a wave of fear
advanced and threatened to engulf her.
After what seemed to her an interminable pause, but which was really less
than a minute, Timmy's eyes met hers, and he said abruptly, "Is it true
that someone has asked you to go to India? Rosamund says it is."
She gave a little gasp of relief. On her way home from the station in the
Old Place pony-cart, she had told her companion that while in London she
had met a man who had fallen in love with her in Egypt, during the War.
Further, that this handsome, brilliant, rich young soldier had urged her
to marry him and go off to India with him at once. She was surprised as
well as dismayed by this quick betrayal of her confidence. What a goose
Rosamund was!
"Yes, Timmy," she bent forward and smiled a little, "it is quite true
that I have been asked to go to India, but that doesn't mean that I'm
going."
"I would, if I were you," said the child gravely.
"Would you?" Again she smiled. "But I've only just come to Beechfield.
I hope you're not in a hurry to get rid of me?"
"No," he said, "I'm not in a hurry, exactly. It's you who ought to be in
a hurry, Mrs.
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