“Even in the Colonies? And what about all the things in your house?”
“I should move them.”
“And what about the old people on the place?”
“Easily move them too, if they liked. If not, leave them.”
“Would many of them want to go, do you think?”
“Not unless your friend Fisk gets too much of the blood he is after. Then they might.”
“David, I do loathe that Fisk.”
“Yes, so do I.——Teresa?”
“It is the Lady Bountiful I can’t do,” she said very sadly. “There is something in me that sticks and boggles at it as if I were trying to swallow a fish bone. If you loved someone as much as you could and were told you must only flirt with them—wouldn’t you feel you couldn’t? It would be like selling one’s soul to the devil.”
“No, I do think that is awfully silly,” said David. “You can’t flirt with a girl you love. You get run away with and then—well, you go where it is going. You don’t think about whether you ought to stop and pick mushrooms.”