"I don't want to offend her, and of course I couldn't abuse her kindness," said George slowly; "but just suppose I did refuse to leave home—suppose I insisted upon staying here and leading the sort of life that suits my health—what could she do?"
"If you were rotten enough for that, I suppose she could appeal to the magistrates for an ejectment order," replied Percy hazily.
"She is much too kind for that. Besides, I am her nephew."
"Only by marriage. You are not a blood relation; you can't claim to be dependent on her."
"I was thinking what a scandal it would make in the parish. Aunt and I don't get on well together, but I'm sure she would never turn me out."
"You ought to have heard her just now. I had no idea Aunt Maria could be so determined. She will give you money—she will help you—but go you must."
"Did she say where?"
"That's for you to decide. Isn't there any sort of job that takes your fancy?"
"I like railways. I always feel at home in a big railway station," George admitted.
"Station-master,—or traffic-manager—might suit you."