And Mrs.Baxendale had clear eyes for at all events the outward features of the situation.
On the fifth day of Wilfrid's presence in the house, Beatrice took the opportunity of being alone with her aunt to observe that she must go southwards by a certain train next morning.
'Oh, surely not!' protested Mrs.Baxendale.

'I can't spare you yet.

And your mother is still in Berkshire.' 'Yes, but that makes no difference to me, you know,' said Beatrice.

'I'm often at home by myself.

Indeed I must go to-morrow.' 'Won't you stay if I beg you?
It's four years since you were here, and who knows how long it will be before I entrap you again.