"I don't see how that would help."
"It might help me."
The large gray eyes stole round toward him. "Do you mean that you wouldn't want to live with us?"
"I mean that I'm not used to your way of living."
"Oh, well!" She dismissed this, continuing to spread her jeweled fingers to the blaze. "You said once—a long time ago—when I saw you in Boston—that you couldn't get accustomed to another—to another mother—now—or something like that. Do you remember?"
He said he remembered, but he said no more.
"Well, what about it?"
Since it was precisely to another mother that he was now making up his mind, he found the question difficult. "It was three years ago that I said that. Things change."
"What's changed?"
"Perhaps not things so much as people. I've changed myself."