Then their eyes met comprehendingly.

He saw what hers held.
"From there you are going to Stornham Court!" he exclaimed.
"To see Rosy," she answered, leaning a little forward.

"To SEE her.
"You believe that what has happened has not been her fault ?" he said.
There was a look in her face which warmed his blood.
"I have always been sure that Nigel Anstruthers arranged it." "Do you think he has been unkind to her ?" "I am going to see," she answered.
"Betty," he said, "tell me all about it." He knew that this was no suddenly-formed plan, and he knew it would be well worth while to hear the details of its growth.

It was so interestingly like her to have remained silent through the process of thinking a thing out, evolving her final idea without having disturbed him by bringing to him any chaotic uncertainties.
"It's a sort of confession," she answered.

"Father, I have been thinking about it for years.