THE WINGS OF THE DOVE
The young man brooded. "But in a sense to take some explaining."
"Then I explain." She was really fine; it came back to her essential plea for her freedom of action and his beauty of trust. "I mean," she added, "I will explain."
"And what will I do?"
"Recognise the difference it will make if she thinks." But here in truth Kate faltered. It was his silence alone that, for the moment, took up her apparent meaning; and before he again spoke she had returned to remembrance and prudence. They were now not to forget that, Aunt Maud's liberality having put them on their honour, they mustn't spoil their case by abusing it. He must leave her in time; they should probably find it would help them. But she came back to Milly too. "Mind you go to see her."
Densher still, however, took up nothing of this. "Then I may come again?"
"For Aunt Maud—as much as you like. But we can't again," said Kate, "play her this trick. I can't see you here alone."
"Then where?"
"Go to see Milly," she, for all satisfaction, repeated.
"And what good will that do me?"
"Try it, and you'll see."
"You mean you'll manage to be there?" Densher asked. "Say you are, how will that give us privacy?"
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