Josie sat thoughtfully for a minute, and then finished her bread and preserve without a word.
"I know what," she said, getting up after tea. "I'll get nurse to take me that very same walk every day for a week, and look out for the little girl."
"A good plan," said Leveson, and he heard no more till Mrs. Therlock had left the room, when Josie came to his side.
"I wish—I do wish we could go to the sea or to the country."
"I wish you could, dear."
"It would be good for mother too. Why don't you persuade her?"
"I have tried in vain. You know as well as I do why she cannot bear to be away from London."
"And I suppose she means to stay here all her life, and I'll never see anything but dirty London streets," said Josie pettishly. "I didn't mean to be cross, Leveson, so don't look grave, but I do so want a change, and I'm tired of always going the old old round, and never having anything fresh."
"It is hard for you, Josie, but you must try to bear it patiently, for mother's sake."
"It doesn't do her any good. I wouldn't mind if it did. She only keeps just as melancholy. It isn't as if we could do any good—to Vi, I mean—by staying."