"It must have been
difficult to do that."
"I have made it--what she is, I think," he answered,
again with that sudden gravity. "It is so like my conception
of her which I have never felt permitted to explain to
you, that I feel as if I had stolen a march upon her.
You must see it. When will you come? It goes in the day
after to-morrow, but I can't wait for your opinion till
it's hung."
"I like your calm reliance upon the Committee," Janet
laughed. "Suppose--"
"I won't. It will go on the line," Kendal returned
confidently. "I did nothing last year that I will permit
to be compared with it. Will you come to-morrow?"
"Impossible; I haven't two consecutive minutes to-morrow.
We sail, you know, on Thursday."
Kendal looked at her blankly. "You _sail?_ On Thursday?"
"I am going to America, Lady Halifax and I. And Elizabeth,
of course. We are to be away a year. Lady Halifax is
buying tickets, I am collecting light literature, and
Elizabeth is in pursuit of facts. Oh, we are deep in
preparation. I thought you knew."
"How could I possibly know?"
"Elfrida didn't tell you, then?"
"Did she know?"
"Oh yes, ten days ago."
"Odd that she didn't mention it."
Janet told herself that it was odd, but found with some
surprise that it was not more than odd.
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