“But will you come?”
He looked at her.
“Ay, I s’ll come,” he said.
Then he turned to Mr. Enderby.
“Well, good-afternoon, Mr. Enderby,” he said.
“Good-afternoon, Harry, good-afternoon,” replied the mournful minister. Fanny followed Harry to the door, and for some time they walked in silence through the late afternoon.
“And it’s yours as much as anybody else’s?” she said.
“Ay,” he answered shortly.
And they went without another word, for the long mile or so, till they came to the corner of the street where Harry lived. Fanny hesitated. Should she go on to her aunt’s? Should she? It would mean leaving all this, for ever. Harry stood silent.
Some obstinacy made her turn with him along the road to his own home. When they entered the house-place, the whole family was there, mother and father and Jinny, with Jinny’s husband and children and Harry’s two brothers.