“Don’t say unpleasant things, Milly,” was Robert’s reply, and I was silent until he added, “We cannot go to India now, I suppose?”
“I would not go, for the whole wide world.”
“Then it must be America.”
“Yes, somewhere in America.”
In a very positive voice, Robert said, “It must be Canada. I am not going to give up my English citizenship for anything.”
“That is right,” I answered. “You can keep it anywhere. It is fine in you to guard your English citizenship. I have none to guard. It makes no difference to me where I live.”
“My citizenship is yours.”
“Oh, no! I do not exercise any of your citizenship rights, and they do not protect me.”
“I exercise them for you.”
“Well and good, but I am glad you do not eat, and drink, and sleep for me, and I would not like you to dream for me. You would not likely tell me the whole dream.”