"Well, are you enjoying the land of promise as much as you said that I should?" Hornby asked with a smile.
"We've both made our beds, I suppose we must lie in them," said Nora, shaking the broken pieces out of her apron into a basket that stood in the corner.
"Do you remember that afternoon at Miss Wickham's when I came for the letter to your brother?"
"I hadn't much intention of coming to Canada then myself."
"Well, I don't mind telling you that I mean to get back to England the very first opportunity that comes," he said, pacing up and down the floor. "I'm willing to give away my share of the White Man's Burden with a package of chewing gum."
"You prefer the Effete East?" smiled Nora, putting a couple of irons on the stove.
"Ra-ther. Give me the degrading influence of a decadent civilization every time."
"Your father will be pleased to see you, won't he?"
"I don't think! Of course I was a damned fool ever to leave Winnipeg."
"I understand you didn't until you had to."