‘Ah—to be sure. We must speak of that. No, I’m not sorry. If I get run over, you and the boy—’
‘Can make ourselves comfortable, and forget you; to be sure. But for the present, and until you do get run over?’
‘You wish to make changes?’
‘Don’t you?’
‘In one or two respects, perhaps. But leave me out of the question. You have an income of your own to dispose of; nothing oppressively splendid, I suppose. What do you think of doing?’
‘What do you advise?’
‘No, no. Make your own suggestion.
Nancy smiled, hesitated, and said at length:
‘I think we ought to take a house.’
‘In London?’