"Bourne Street!"
"Not a bad part."
"Highly respectable, and the quintessence of dulness! Well, your miseries won't last long there, which is one comfort. You will all die of ennui before six months are over."
"We!" Nigel tried to laugh. "Are you to be the sole survivor? Superior to such influences, I suppose."
"I shall be superior through absence. There are a whole lot of advertisements for governesses to-day. I shall answer three of them."
"You will not!"
"That depends—I am of age."
"You do not think what it would be to us—to me—knowing what had driven you to it."
Even this did not touch Fulvia. She gave a dry little laugh. "I am very much disposed to please myself in the matter—irrespective of other people. Why should I not—if I choose? Poky houses are not to my taste; and I am sick of Newton Bury."
"And of everybody in Newton Bury?"