This she intended to overcome.

Neither Jane nor Martha, she said to herself, could be angry with her for long, and a few kisses and an additional flow of good-humor would soon set them to laughing again.
To guard against the possibility of a too prolonged interview with Jane, ending, perhaps, in a disagreeable scene--one beyond her control--she had selected a sunny summer morning for the stage setting of her little comedy and an hour when Feilding was expected to call for her in his drag.

She and Max were to make a joint inspection that day of his new apartment at Beach Haven, into which he had just moved, as well as the stable containing the three extra vehicles and equine impedimenta, which were to add to their combined comfort and enjoyment.
Lucy had been walking in the garden looking at the rose-beds, her arm about her sister's slender waist, her ears open to the sound of every passing vehicle--Max was expected at any moment--when she began her lines.
"You won't mind, Jane, dear, will you, if I get together a few things and move over to Beach Haven for a while ?" she remarked simply, just as she might have done had she asked permission to go upstairs to take a nap.

"I think we should all encourage a new enterprise like the hotel, especially old families like ours.

And then the sea air always does me so much good.