"Yes, indeed; that is a question," said Mrs. Sandford. "Just
think - she sails Saturday, and this is Thursday. Only one
single day for you, Daisy; but after all, it is best so. You
can be ready just as well, and the sooner you are off now the
better. I shall miss you dreadfully, though."
I felt my cheeks turn cold, and I busied myself with my cup of
tea.
"You are not so eager to be off, Miss Randolph, as my good
sister is to have you," I heard the doctor say.
"No, not quite. I would like better to go if all this trouble
in the country were ended."
"That would be to wait some time, I am afraid, said the
doctor, helping himself to a piece of toast. And I do not know
what in his motion and his manner of speech conveyed to me the
notion that he was glad I could not wait. And, my mother's
child though I was, I could not thwart him this time.
"It is a good time to be away, I think," said Mrs. Sandford.
"I'd keep the news from her, Grant, if I were you. She sits
and studies the papers as if her life were in them."
"There will be no news on board the steamer," said the doctor.
Yes, I knew that. The very beginning of my journey was to cut
me off from tidings. How should I get them in Switzerland? And
I must go too without seeing Miss Cardigan. Well, I thought,
nothing can take my best Friend from me.