"But, father," she began again, "are we to spend all the rest of our lives in England?"
"My dear, I don't know anything about the future. I never look ahead. The day is as much as I can see through. I advise you to follow my example."
"What are mother and I to do, then? We cannot stay permanently here, in this house."
"What's the matter with it?"
"Nothing, as a lodging-house; but mother would not thrive or be happy in a London lodging-house."
"People's happiness is in their own power. It does not depend upon place. All the clergymen will tell you so. You must talk to your mother, Dolly."
"Father, I talked to you at Sorrento; but I remember you thought you could not live there."
"That was Sorrento; but London!—London is the greatest city in the world. Every taste may be suited in London."
"You know the air does not agree with mother. She will not be well if we keep her here," said Dolly anxiously; for she saw the last piece of toast on its way.
"Nonsense! That is fancy."