"Nothing to worry about. I shall take a little watching, but I shan't
have to do anything dreadful, or even, in the least, inconvenient. I
can do in fact as I like." It was wonderful for Milly how just to put
it so made all its pieces fall at present quite properly into places.
Yet even before the full effect came Kate had seized, kissed, blessed
her. "My love, you're too sweet! It's too dear! But it's as I was
sure." Then she grasped the full beauty. "You can do as you like?"
"Quite. Isn't it charming?"
"Ah, but catch you," Kate triumphed with gaiety, _"not_ doing----! And
what _shall_ you do?"
"For the moment simply enjoy it. Enjoy"--Milly was completely
luminous--"having got out of my scrape."
"Learning, you mean, so easily, that you _are_ well."
It was as if Kate had but too conveniently put the words into her
mouth. "Learning, I mean, so easily, that I _am_ well."
"Only, no one's of course well enough to stay in London now. He can't,"
Kate went on, "want this of you."
"Mercy, no--I'm to knock about. I'm to go to places."
"But not beastly 'climates'--Engadines, Rivieras, boredoms?"
"No; just, as I say, where I prefer. I'm to go in for pleasure."
"Oh, the duck!"--Kate, with her own shades of familiarity, abounded.
"But what kind of pleasure?"
"The highest," Milly smiled.