"And you can hardly be blamed for loving him," said Wilbraham. "We all love him. I don’t know why, but we do." She laughed, as she was meant to do, and dried her tears. "I’ve had a telegram from him," she said. "He sent you his dear love." Lady Brent showed her pleasure. "I wish he’d told me sooner," she said. "You might have been with him at Royd." "We’ve all been making a mistake, Viola," said Wilbraham. "I suppose I’m most to blame, because I’ve had this lady under observation for a good many years, and might have known that nothing so important as you could have escaped her." He wanted to keep the interview on a light key, at least until talk should flow between them. They had both been through a good deal during the last few days, but the trouble was ended now, and the sooner it could be forgotten the better. Lady Brent and Viola were sitting side by side on the sofa. Lady Brent was not quite ready for the lighter note. "You know that Harry’s bringing up was different from that of other boys," she said. "It was owing to me that it was so, and though I tried to avoid the appearance of dominating him, I could hardly escape being looked upon as a person who might take a decisive line either with him or against him. But I can say very truly that my guiding rule was love for him. I love Harry very much, and I have trusted him too. I wouldn’t have stood out against him in anything that he had a right to decide for himself." "I’m afraid it was I at first who wanted to keep our secret to ourselves," Viola said. "Or at least perhaps not quite at first, for then we didn’t think about it; but when we first found out that we loved one another. I think he would have told you then, but I knew more about the world than he did, and I didn’t think that you would want us to go on loving one another. Afterwards I did what he wanted." "We all do what Harry wants," said Wilbraham. "He has that sort of way with him. I’ve done it myself, when I ought to have stood out." "Harry is very happy now," said Viola. "He sent me a long telegram. Would you like to see it?" "No," said Lady Brent, marking the motion she made with her hand, which showed the warm nest in which Harry’s telegram was reposing. "Keep it for yourself. I want to ask you if you’d like to come down to Royd now, or wait till Harry can bring you. You will have a warm welcome whichever you like to do. He might like to know you are there." "I expect the claims of the government service will have to come first, unreasonable as it may appear," said Wilbraham, marking her slight hesitation. "I know they have to with me." "I couldn’t get away just now," she said. "And in August I was going away for a fortnight with father—if Harry is all right."