"I!" dropping her handkerchief. "How--how CAN I?"
"I don't know," he answered and picked up the handkerchief with
an aloof grace of manner.
It was really Robin who was for Feather the breaking-point.
He thought she was in danger of flinging herself upon him again.
She caught at his arm and her eyes of larkspur blue were actually
wild.
"Don't you see where I am! How there is nothing and nobody--Don't
you SEE?"
"Yes, I see," he answered. "You are quite right. There is nothing
AND nobody. I have been to Lawdor myself."
"You have been to TALK to him?"
"Yesterday. That was my reason for coming here. He will not see
you or be written to. He says he knows better to begin that sort
of thing. It may be that family feeling has not the vogue it once
had, but you may recall that your husband infuriated him years
ago. Also England is a less certain quantity than it once was--and
the man has a family. He will allow you a hundred a year but there
he draws the line."
"A hundred a year!" Feather breathed. From her delicate shoulders
hung floating scarf-like sleeves of black transparency and she lifted
one of them and held it out like a night moth's wing--"This cost
forty pounds," she said, her voice quite faint and low. "A good
nurse would cost forty! A cook--and a footman and a maid--and a
coachman--and the brougham--I don't know how much they would cost.
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