“Oh, but it does. They’re so perfectly charming. They’d make Paris impossible for you.”
“That sounds charming, I must say.”
“Don’t be stupid, Jane. You know what I mean. You know how clever they are. They’re the most attractive people on earth. But if you set them against you, the whole clan, you’ll find life here very different.”
“I don’t propose to live here.”
“Where then?”
“In St. Mary’s Plains.”
“Heaven help you, my poor misguided lamb.”
“I’m homesick,” I persisted obstinately.
“Of course, for the moment, because you’re unhappy.”
“No, not only because I’m unhappy. I like the Grey House. I belong there. It’s quiet, it’s safe, it’s real, it’s the place I know best in the world.”