“She’d go like a shot and be infernally miserable after she had. The East is paradise for European women, unless they are married to Eastern men, and then it is hell.”
“Precisely. And that is why I shall not go back to China.”
“You always have wished to?”
“Intensely. But everything is changed now. A man’s work must go on, of course——”
“It should,” Snow interjected.
“And I may need to make flying visits now and then—sure to, I think—but she shall not come. England shall be our home.”
“That will be a sacrifice,” Sir Charles began.
“Yes. But I shall be glad to make it. I intend to make them all. And they’ll not cost me much—for that matter. They can’t, for—she is all the world to me.”
Charles Snow knew better than that. But he knew that Sên King-lo meant it, and he let it pass.
“Have you thought of your children? Yours and hers?”