"I'll write you from time to time and keep you informed of my movements," he said. "Two years pass quickly. By the time I'm back I'll have a profession and so will you."
She nodded.
"Then," he went on, "I suppose Miss Quest had better come here and live with us."
"I'm not coming back here."
"What?"
"I'm going about by myself—as you are going—to to observe and learn."
"You wish to be foot-free?"
"I do. I shall be my own mistress."
"Of course," he said drily, "nobody can stop you."
"Why should anybody wish to? I shall be twenty-one—nearly; I shall have a profession if I choose to practise it; I shall have my income—and all the world before me to investigate."