“But look at the trouble, Janet,” remonstrated Thomas Godolphin. “Consider the expense. You may be no sooner out than you may have to come back again.”
Janet turned her strangely-deep eyes on her brother. “Do not make too sure of that, Thomas.”
“How do you mean, Janet? In my father’s precarious state we cannot, unhappily, count upon his life.”
“Thomas, I am sure—I seem to see—that he will not be with us long. No: and I am contemplating the time when he shall have left us. It would change many things. Your home would then be Ashlydyat.”
Thomas Godolphin smiled. As if any power would keep him from inhabiting Ashlydyat when he should be master. “Yes,” he answered. “And George would come here.”
“There it is!” said Janet. “Would George live here? I do not feel sure that he would.”
“Of course he would, Janet. He would live here with you, as I do now. That is a perfectly understood thing.”
“Does he so understand it?”
“He understands it, and approves it.”
Janet shook her head. “George likes his liberty; he will not be content to settle down to the ways of a sober household.”