Keep Dick safely hidden for a week or so until the Telemachus is ready to sail--he mustn't go on board until the last moment, for several reasons--and I will see to the rest." Under that confident promise her troubles fell from her, as lightly as they ever did.
"You are very good to me, Ned.

Forgive me what I said just now.

And I think I understand about Terence--poor dear old Terence." "Of course you do." Moved to comfort her as he might have been moved to comfort a child, he flung his arm along the seat behind her, and patted her shoulder soothingly.

"I knew you would understand.

And not a word to Terence, not a word that could so much as awaken his suspicions.
Remember that." "Oh, I shall." Fell a step upon the patch behind them crunching the gravel.