The news contained in Robin's letter promised, at any rate, to end all
likelihood of any further meeting. Even if, later on, the unknown
Englishman should return to Montricheux, it would only be to find her gone.
She derived a certain feeling of relief from this thought. There was
something disquieting about the man. He made you like and dislike him
almost in the same breath. On the whole, Ann felt she would be glad to be
in England, freed from the rather disturbing uncertainty as to whether they
might or might not meet again. People so often came back to Montricheux.
She folded up Robin's letter, and, slinging her basket of flowers over her
arm, returned to the house, somewhat troubled in mind as to how she should
break the news of her impending departure to Lady Susan. The difficulty
solved itself, however, more easily than she had anticipated.
"At Silverquay!" exclaimed Lady Susan, when Ann had explained matters.
"Now, how charming! I do think Fate is a good-natured old thing sometimes.
I shall lose you and yet still keep you, Ann. You'll be living quite near
me."
Ann looked up in surprise.
"But you don't live at Silverquay!" she said.
"Almost next door, though.
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