It came.
"June, I've told you I must. It's a good post, June—I can't afford to let it go. It wouldn't be fair to your father."
"He wouldn't trouble. I'm sure he wouldn't."
"I should, though. I've got from Taplow a full account of all I've cost while I've been here, and when I'm earning money I shall pay back every penny of it. It's only fair."
"Fair? Terry, how can you think it's fair, when the money that's such a lot to you is so little to him? It's absurd—he'd laugh at it."
"It doesn't matter. I can't live at his expense any longer, now there's a job been offered me."
"And you want the job?"
"Yes ... I want ... my work."
Another pause, and then, out of the velvet silence: "Terry.... Don't go...."
"June! ... June! ... What do you mean?"