"But," he went on, "as I can't have my way, the next best thing is—to stand by you."
She struggled as against physical faintness, struggled successfully.
"Since I can't take you out of it," he said, "I shall come and live in Camden Town too."
"You couldn't live in Camden Town."
"I can live anywhere I choose. I shouldn't see Camden Town."
"You couldn't," she insisted. "And if you could I wouldn't let you."
"Why not?"
"Because—it wouldn't do."
He smiled.
"It would be all right. I should get a room near you and look after your father."