"Willingly?"
"My reason is convinced. Maybe I'm a little homesick. But your month or two will serve the purpose there."
"There's a great deal more in this than you're telling me, Mr Tristram."
"Put everything you can imagine into it, and the result's the same."
She sighed and sat for a moment in pensive silence. Harry seemed to ponder too.
"I'm going to think of nothing but my work," he announced.
"So many young men in their early twenties succeed in that!" she murmured mockingly.
"Don't those who succeed in anything succeed in that?"
"Not all, happily—and none would if they were your mother's sons. My dear boy, just open a window in you anywhere—I know you keep them shut when you can—but just open even a chink, and Addie peeps out directly! Which means great success or great failure, Harry—and other things on the same scale, I fancy. Thank goodness—oh, yes, saving your presence, really thank goodness—I'm not like that myself!"