“To go from here,” said she, simply.
“Forever?”
“Forever!”
Hope Wayne said it quietly. Mrs. Simcoe sat holding her hand. The three seemed to be all a little serious at the word.
“Aunty says she has no particular desire to remain here,” said Hope.
“It is like living in a tomb,” said Mrs. Simcoe, turning her calm face to Lawrence Newt.
“Would you sell it outright?” asked he. Hope Wayne bent her head in assent.
“Why not? My own remembrances here are only gloomy. I should rather find or make another home. We could do it, aunty and I.”
She said it simply. Lawrence shook his head smilingly, and replied,
“I don’t think it would be hard.”