Then he banished the thought with an unconscious frown.
"Oh, well, I suppose it's our last evening together, and one feels melancholy about that," he said.
"But I thought you were coming to New York with us," Mrs.Allott objected.
Evelyn was talking animatedly to a young American, but looked round with languid carelessness.
"Are you really not coming, Jim ?" she asked.
Then, without waiting for Thirlwell's answer, she resumed her talk, and Mrs.Allott wondered whether the girl had not overdone her part.

After all, she must have known why she had been brought.
"I think not," said Thirlwell.

"Very sorry, of course, but there's only a week of my holiday left and I have some business in South Ontario.
Then I must go back to the bush." "That's ridiculous, Jim," Mrs.Allott rejoined.

"You know you needn't go back to the bush at all.

Besides, we hoped you had decided to come to England." She paused and touched Evelyn.