"In a short time—I do not know how short—mamma intends to shut up The Mount and take me and Lydia to Switzerland and Italy. It may be years before we come back again, Frank; years and years. I dare say I should never see you again."
"I'm sure you speak very calmly about it, Daisy! Almost as if you liked it!"
Looking down at her he met her reproachful eyes and the sudden tears the words had called up in them.
"My darling, what is to be done? You cannot go abroad with them: you must remain in England."
"As if that would be possible!" breathed Daisy. "I have no one to stay with; no relatives, or anything. And if I had, mamma would not leave me."
"I wish I could marry you off-hand!" cried thoughtless Frank, speaking more in the impulse of the moment than with any real meaning in what he said.