'I have not seen you for ages, says he. 'Only a week, I think, replies Lippa. 'Isn't that seven whole long days? 'Short I call them, but what have you been doing? 'Duty. 'Oh! Then after a pause he says, 'I can't make up my mind about the Dadfords, shall I go? Lippa feels naughty. 'What difference could it make to me whether you went or not? she says. 'None, I suppose, replies he sadly.
Lippa scarcely took in what the ancestral home of the Dadfords was like, when she arrived last night, but waking early she dresses hastily in order to survey the surrounding country, an outing before breakfast she delights in, when all the world seems fresh and clean, and the humdrum business of life is barely begun.
Nevertheless she gives him the benefit of a lovely little smile when he goes away, which makes him settle at once as to whether he goes to the Dadfords or not. And of course he is the first person Lippa sees on arriving there, and who shall say that it does not cause her pleasure.