She did not reply.
"You don't deny it?"
"No, I don't deny it."
"And the arrangements?"
"I—I had thought of living here."
"Here, at East Angels, you mean? Oh, you wish to bring him here? An excellent idea; Aunt Katrina would not be separated longer from her dear boy, and Lanse and his retinue would fit in nicely among all the comforts and luxuries we have between us collected here. Yes; I see."
There was a quiver for an instant in Margaret's throat, though her face did not alter. "My only thought was that perhaps it would be more of a home for me," she answered, looking off over the green open space and the thicket beyond it.
His hardness softened a little. "Of course it would. You surely cannot have had the idea of living at Fernandina?"
"That would be as Lanse says."
"You are determined to go back to him?"