“No. Must I indeed go?”
“I see no other way for it. But there are some friends of mine live there, or friends of someone that I know. They will fill, to the best of their ability, the old place.”
“How do you know? They might take the utterest distaste to me on first sight, and then what would happen?”
“They are not people of prejudice.”
“I wish I were not.”
“You fear, then, you may take a dislike to them?”
“Oh, no! I’m always trying to get the better of my feelings, because they are so often wrong.”
“Well,” said he, “second thoughts are best. I give you the benefit of a second opinion upon most things.”
“But there is where I fear to go back to Lucifram. It’s a place where one is so terribly misjudged, and it’s a place, too, where you have just the knack of saying the things you wished unsaid.”
“Well, then, choose. Will you go back, or will you stay?”