Twilight Sleep
masterful part there. Nona was aware that her mother's moments alone with her had become increasingly difficult as her strength had returned, and there was nothing more to be done for her. It was as well that the Manfords were starting on their journey that evening.
"Don't stay, mother; I'm all right, really. It's only that things still tire me a little—"
Pauline lingered, looking down on the girl with an expression of anxiety struggling through her smooth rejuvenation.
"I wish I felt happier about leaving you, darling. I know you're all right, of course; but the idea of your staying in this house all by yourself—"
"It's just what I shall like. And on father's account you ought to get away."
"It's what I feel," Pauline assented, brightening.
"You must be awfully busy with all the last things to be done. I'm as comfortable as possible; I wish you'd just go off and forget about me."
"Well, Maisie is clamouring for me," Pauline confessed from the threshold.
The door shut, and Nona closed her eyes with a sigh. Tomorrow—tomorrow she would be alone! And in a week, perhaps, she would get back to Cedarledge, and lie on the terrace with the dogs about her, and no one to ask questions, to hint and sympathize, or be discreet and evasive. . .
