'You!—and what if I force you out of the way, and go in and brave you?'
'You may go in, but I leave and take with me all the little ones. I have made up my mind what to do; I can work and earn enough to support the children, but I will not—no, I will not let them see you and hear you more.'
He looked at her. Her face was resolute. She was the girl to carry out her threat.
'I curse the day I came back to see your wry face,' he muttered, and rolled over on his side, away from her.
She made no reply. Her lips quivered. He did not see it, as he was no longer looking at the door.
'Home is home,' he said, 'and go where one will there are threads that draw one back to it.'
Honor was softened. 'I am glad, Charles, that you love home. If you love it, respect it.'
'Don't fancy that I came home out of love for you.'
Honor sighed.
'I came home to see how father fared about Coombe Park, and how mother was flourishing.'