“Do you mean to say———”
“He was packing his things to go away to-day———”
“Why—why, he'd starve!” cried the man, shaken in spite of himself. “He has never done a day's labour; he doesn't know how to earn a living. He———”
“And who is to blame? You, James; you! You have tied his hands, you have penned him up in———”
“We will not go into that,” he interrupted coldly.
“Very well. As you please. I said that he was going away, perhaps to starve, but he has changed his mind. He has taken my advice.”
“Your advice?”
“I have advised him to bide his time.”
“It sounds rather ominous.”
“If he waits long enough you may discover that you love him and his going would give you infinite pain. Then is the time for him to go.”