"Oh, I mean that we won't bother about the fuss of a farewell-party.I'm not tied to the Carwell business.In fact I'd be glad to chuck it.There's nothing in it any more, since there's no chance for a partnership.We'll just go off by ourselves and be happy - won't we, Minnie?""I hope so, LeGrand.But must we go away? Can't you get something else here?""I think we must, yes."
"You haven't had trouble with - with Viola, have you?" "No.What made you think of that?""Oh, it was just a notion.Well, if we have to leave we will.I shall hate to go, however.But, I'll be with you - " and again the words were smothered.
"I wonder what sort of a double-cross game he's playing," mused the colonel when the two had left the park and he, rather stiff from his position, shuffled to the lonely spot where he had before made a change of garments.Attired as his usual self, he went back to The Haven, and spent rather a restless night.
Minnie Webb was perplexed.She loved LeGrand Blossom - there was no doubt of that - but she did not see why he should have to leave the vicinity of Lakeside where she had lived so many years - at least during the summer months.All her friends and acquaintances were there.
"I wonder if Viola has given him notice to leave since she came intoher father's property," mused Minnie."I'm going to ask her.He may never get such a good place in Boston as he has here.I'll see if I can't find out why he wants to leave.It can't be just because father does not care much for him."So she called on Viola, as she had done often of late, and found her friend sitting silent, and with unseeing eyes staring at the rows of books in the library.