“Oh, Will, how could I ever let you go away?”
“Why, Graeme! that is not at all like you; you could let me go if it were right. But I have not quite decided that it is not selfish in me to wish to go.”
“But why?” asked Graeme.
“Partly because it would be so pleasant. Don’t you remember how Janet used to say, we are not so likely to see all sides of what we desire very much. Perhaps I desire it more for the pleasure it would give me, than for the benefit it might be to me. And then the expense. It would be too much to expect from Arthur.”
“But there is the Merleville money. It was meant for Arthur’s education, and as he did not need it, it is yours.”
“No, that belongs to you and Rose. It would not be right to take that.”
“Nonsense, Will. What is ours is yours; if the expense were all! But I cannot bear to think of you going away, and Harry, too, perhaps.”
“Rose tells me that Harry is more bent on going West than ever.”
“Yes, within a few days he has become quite eager about it. I cannot understand why he should be so. Oh, I cannot feel hopeful about it.”
“Arthur thinks it may be a good thing for Harry,” said Will.