"Oh, Carnac! Carnac! Well, I've been making him this bouquet." She held it out towards him.

"It's a farewell bouquet for his little journey in the world.

Take it, Carnac, with everybody's love--with Fabian's love, with Sibyl's love, with my love.

Take it, and good-bye." With a laugh she caught up her hat from the table, and a moment later she was in the street making for the mountain-side up which the children had gone.
Carnac placed the bouquet upon the table.

Then he turned to his brother.
"What a damn mess you make of things, Fabian!".