"It would not be molesting."
"Has he written to you?"
"Yes."
"What demands, then, does he make—is it money?"
"He wishes me to come back to him, as I did before. But he will live wherever I prefer to live. He is quite willing to leave the choice of the place to me." She spoke slowly, as though she were repeating something she had learned.
"Very good. I suppose you told him that wherever you might prefer to live, there would at least be no place there for Lansing Harold?"
"I haven't told him anything yet. He was willing to wait—he wrote that he would give me a month."
"A month for what?"
"For my answer," she said, drearily.
"It won't take a month. That is what I have come down for—to answer in your place."