She would have done better to have left me long
before she died. I have been thinking it all over. I won't have you
unhappy."
He ran his eyes over her with an attention which was surprisingly
noticeable. Then said, "H'm! Yes. Let's clear out before it is too
late. Quietly, you and I."
She said as if inspired and with that calmness which despair often gives:
"There is no money to go away with, papa."
He rose up straightening himself as though he were a hinged figure. She
said decisively:
"And of course you wouldn't think of deserting me, papa?"
"Of course not," sounded his subdued tone. And he left her, gliding away
with his walk which Mr. Powell described to me as being as level and wary
as his voice. He walked as if he were carrying a glass full of water on
his head.
Flora naturally said nothing to Anthony of that edifying conversation.
His generosity might have taken alarm at it and she did not want to be
left behind to manage her father alone. And moreover she was too honest.
She would be honest at whatever cost. She would not be the first to
speak.
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