"Besides, we were always going to do that trip together." She had a stubborn inward determination not to recognize this difference that had sprung up between them.

It was only a phase, she told herself, of her father's miserable feeling just now; it would last another week, another fortnight, and then things would be as they had been before.

She would not let herself believe in it, hurt as it might.
Mr.Cardiff lowered his paper.

"Don't think of that," he said over the top of it.

"There is really no occasion.
I shall get on very well.