Why
can't you settle down comfortably to living at home?"
"There isn't any home for me apart from Bob," said the girl.
"Well, I can't help it." Mark Rainham's voice had a hopeless tone. He
walked to the door, and then half turned. "If you can make my wife agree
to your going, I won't forbid it. Good night."
"Good night," said Cecilia. The slow footsteps went up the stairs, and
she turned to her darning with a lip that curled in scorn.
"Well, that let's me out. I don't owe you anything--not even a good-bye
note on my pincushion," she said presently; and laughed a little. She
folded a finished pair of socks deliberately, and, rising, stretched
her arms luxuriously above her head. "Two more days," she whispered. She
switched off the light, and crept noiselessly upstairs.
CHAPTER VII
THE WATCH DOGS
"Well, if you ask me, she's up to something," said Avice with
conviction.
"How d'you mean?" Wilfred looked up curiously.
"Lots of things. She looks all different. First of all--look how red she
is all the time, and the excited look in her eyes."
"That's all look--look!" jeered her brother. "Girls always have those
rotten ideas about nothing at all. Just because Cecilia's got a bit
sunburnt, and because she's havin' an easy time 'cause Mater's away--"
"Oh, you think because you're a boy, you know everything," retorted his
sister hotly.
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