"What is it you want, Fabian?" she asked, conscious that in Carnac's
face was consternation. "What can I do for you?" she added, with a
slight flush.
"Nothing for me, but for Carnac--" Fabian stretched out a hand.
She laughed brusquely. "Oh, Carnac! Carnac! Well, I've been making him
this bouquet." She held it out towards him. "It's a farewell bouquet
for his little journey in the world. Take it, Carnac, with everybody's
love--with Fabian's love, with Sibyl's love, with my love. Take it, and
good-bye."
With a laugh she caught up her hat from the table, and a moment later she
was in the street making for the mountain-side up which the children had
gone.
Carnac placed the bouquet upon the table. Then he turned to his brother.
"What a damn mess you make of things, Fabian!"
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