“I’m going to take you down to Blackstable tomorrow,” he said.
“With Emma?”
The child put his hand in hers, and she pressed it.
“I’m afraid Emma must go away,” said Mr. Carey.
“But I want Emma to come with me.”
Philip began to cry, and the nurse could not help crying too. Mr. Carey looked at them helplessly.
“I think you’d better leave me alone with Master Philip for a moment.”
“Very good, sir.”
Though Philip clung to her, she released herself gently. Mr. Carey took the boy on his knee and put his arm round him.