"We had to go somewhere, I suppose, when we came to London—just for the first; but I can't stay here, Dolly!"
"Of course not, mother."
"Then where are we going to? It is all very well to say 'of course not;' but where can we go, Dolly?"
"I have been thinking about it, mother, dear, but I have not found out yet. If we knew how long father wanted to stay in London"——
"It is no use asking that. I can tell you beforehand. He don't know himself. But it is my belief he'll find something or other to make him want to stay here the rest of his life."
"O mother, I hope not!"
"It is no use speaking to him about it, Dolly. Even if he knew, he would not own it, but that's my belief; and I can't bear London, Dolly. A very few days of this noise and darkness would just put me back where I was before we went away. I know it would."
"This is a darker day than common; they are not all so."
"They are all like gloom itself, compared to where we have been. I tell you, Dolly, I cannot stand it. After Sorrento, I cannot bear this."
"It's my belief, mother, you want home and Roxbury air. Why don't you represent that to father, forcibly?"