"Yes. I want a change. I'm going off somewhere—untrodden ground as near as one can get it nowadays—Labrador."
Their eyes met for a moment.
"Is it for long?"
"The best part of a year."
"I thought you were going on with your research work again."
"No." He paused. "I'm going to Labrador."
"Why?" she asked.
"I'm going to think."
She found nothing to say for a moment. "It's good," she remarked, "to think." Then, lest she herself should seem to be thinking too enormously, she rang the bell to order the tea that was already on its way.
"It surprises a mother," she said, when the maid had come and gone, "when her son surprises her."