“Surely I mean it, or I wouldna say it. I should like better that you should content yourself at home. But it would be a new beginning.”
“Yes, it would be a new beginning,” said John gravely.
“It would need to be that, even here, in some ways, I suppose, and a new beginning might be easier there.”
“Have you been thinking about all that, mother?”
“Surely! What else have I to think about but that which concerns you, who have your life before you?”
“And wouldna you be afraid of the long voyage, and the going to a strange land and leaving all behind you?”
“I would have my fears, I daresay, like other folk; but I would have few to leave if you were away; and I would have you to welcome me.”
“I might come home for you in the course of a year or two.”
“You could hardly do that without interfering with your work, whatever it might be. But I might come to you with some one else. I feel strong and well now.”
“You are none the worse for the winter, mother?”