“‘Some are resigned to go: might we such grace attain,
That we should need our resignation to remain.’”
“Well?” George Rutherford said.
“I think this is like you, father. I am afraid you do need your resignation to remain.”
If she expected denial, she was disappointed, for none came.
“And here is another,” added Joan—
“‘Ill fares the child of heaven who will not entertain,
On earth the stranger’s grief—the exile’s sense of pain.’”
“Yes; that is an old favourite of mine. Well, Joan?”
“Of course, it is quite right—and one ought,” murmured Joan. “But I can’t help feeling it rather dreadful that you would be so pleased to leave us.”