"It shall be over. And when this other trouble is done,—you'll go to London then?"
"It will depend on your health, dear."
"I am very well. Why shouldn't I be well? When a month is over,—then you'll go."
"In two months, perhaps."
"That'll be the middle of June. I'm sure I shall be well in three weeks. And where shall we go? We'll go to Munster Court,—shan't we?"
"As soon as the house is ready in St. James' Square, we must go there."
"Oh! George,—I do so hate that house in St. James' Square. I shall never be happy there. It's like a prison."
Then he gave her his lecture. "My love, you should not talk of hating things that are necessary."
"But why is St. James' Square necessary?"
"Because it is the town residence belonging to the family. Munster Court was very well for us as we were before. Indeed, it was much too good, as I felt every hour that I was there. It was more than we could afford without drawing upon your father for assistance."