He wouldn't go home, of course.

Aunt Caroline would say "I told you so" ...
no, she wouldn't say it--she would look it, which was worse ...
he had come away for a rest cure and a rest cure he intended to have ...

with a groan he thought of the pictures he had formed of this place, the comfortable seclusion, the congenial old scholar, the capable secretary, the--he looked up to find that Miss Farr had returned and was regarding him with a cool and pleasantly aloof consideration.
"Are you wondering how soon you may decently leave ?" she inquired.

"We are not at all formal here.

And, of course--" her shrug and gesture disposed of all other matters at issue.