"But what would you find when you'd got away?"
"I don't know. I want to try. I want to try."
She had such an odd, definite decisiveness and self-confidence, he was very much amused. She seemed the queerest, oddest, most isolated bird he had ever come across. Exceedingly well-bred, with all the charm of pure breeding. By nature, timorous like a hare. But now, in her queer state of rebellion, like a hare that is perfectly fearless, and will go its own way in determined singleness.
"You must come and see Monica and me when we move to the North-West. Would you like to?"
"Very much. When will that be?"
"Soon. Before the year is out. Shall I tell Monica you're coming? She'd be glad of another woman."
"Are you sure you want me?"
"Quite."
"Are you sure everybody will want me? I shan't be in the way? Tell me quite frankly."
"I'm sure everybody will want you. And you can't be in the way, you are much too wary."