'A gipsy life?' she asked, half playfully.
'Is your inclination to that?'
Alma shook her head.
'No, I am tired of homelessness.—And,' she added as if on an impulse, 'I am tired of London.'
'Then we agree. I, too, am tired of both.'
Her manner altered; she straightened herself, and spoke with more self-possession.
'What about my art—my career?'
'It is for me to ask that question,' replied Harvey, gazing steadfastly at her.
'You don't mean that it would all necessarily come to an end.'
'Why? I mean what I say when I speak of sharing liberty. Heaven forbid that I should put an end to any aim or hope of yours—to anything that is part of yourself. I want you to be yourself. Many people nowadays revolt against marriage because it generally means bondage, and they have much to say for themselves. If I had been condemned to a wearisome occupation and a very small income, I'm sure I should never have asked anyone to marry me; I don't think it fair. It may seem to you that I haven't much right to call myself an independent man as it is——'