They were in the library. Harvey began to fill his pipe, and nothing more was said until he had drawn a few meditative puffs.
'Another removal,' then escaped him, with half a groan.
'Why should you care?' asked Alma thoughtfully. 'You don't like this place.'
'As well as any other. It's convenient for town.'
'Do you really think of going on in that business, which you detest?'
'It has brought in a little money, and may—ought to—bring more. But if Morphew goes down——'
Alma glanced at him, and said timidly——
'You are going to Greystone at Easter.'
'We shall all go. What of that?'
'Haven't you'—she spoke with an effort—'sometimes thought you would like to live there?'