“Or Merleville. Deacon Snow seems to think you are to be called to that field, when you are ready to be called.”
“But that is a long day hence. Perhaps, the deacon may change his mind, when he hears that I am going home to learn from the ‘British.’”
“There is no fear. Sandy has completed the work which my father and Janet began. Mr Snow is tolerant of the North British, at any rate. What a pleasant life our Merleville life was. It seems strange that none of us, but Norman, has been back there. It won’t belong now, however.”
“I am afraid I cannot wait for Emily’s wedding. But I shall certainly go and see them all, before I go to Scotland.”
“If you do, I shall go with you, and spend the summer there.”
“And leave Rose here?” said Will, in some surprise.
“No. I wish to go for Rose’s sake, as much as for my own. It seems as though going to Merleville and Janet, would put us all right again.”
“I hope you may both be put right, without going so far,” said Will.
“Do you know, Will, I sometimes wonder whether I can be the same person who came here with Rose and you? Circumstances do change people, whether they will or not. I think I should come back to my old self again, with Janet to take me to task, in her old sharp, loving way.”
“I don’t think I understand you, Graeme.”