She took the lead, she hardly knew why herself, and as they gathered round the drawing-room fire, she stood a little apart and spoke.
“I wish to sell Kingsworth, and to divide the money that is paid for it with Emberance. I don’t think that it is quite mine or quite hers, and I believe that it is right to divide it, and that it will make us both happier if we do.”
Emberance burst into tears as a sort of hush went through the listening circle.
“Have you taken time to consider this resolution?” asked the Canon.
“Yes, nine months.”
“And you come to it entirely of your own free will, unbiased by my suggestions or your mother’s?”
“Yes, I do. I mean to do it.”
Canon Kingsworth took her by the hand and drew her towards him.
“Why?” he said simply, “why do you mean to do it?”
“Because it will make Emberance happy.”