"Because I think we shall be better apart, and that it will be better for him to leave Pembridge for a few years. Because, too----"
"Because what, dear?"
"Because I have some serious thoughts of retiring from business before long."
A pause. Mrs. Kelvin tries to adjust her spectacles, but cannot, her hand trembles so much.
"The business, Matthew, that was built up by your father and grandfather, through so many years of industry and thrift?"
"Yes, the business that was built up by my father and grandfather, and that has been crowned by me with many years of quiet work. Mother, I am rich enough to give it up. I shall never marry and have children, and--I am ambitious.--Because my father and grandfather lived and died two quiet country lawyers, that is no reason why I should be content to do the same. To-day is not as yesterday. I have larger views and different aims than theirs. I am sick and tired to death of the petty drudgery necessitated by a business like mine. I want to get into Parliament, I want to----"
"Into Parliament, Matthew! How proud I should be to see you there!"
"Would you? Then I hope you will see me there before this time next year. I know for a fact that Sir Thomas means to give up his seat next spring. Some of his chief supporters have been coquetting with me already. But if I become M.P., I must give up my profession and devote the whole of my time to my new duties. I hope to make my mark yet before I die."
"You are right, and I was wrong," says Mrs. Kelvin. "Business must be given up. You have a career before you. After a time, perhaps, you will marry, and then----"
"Never, mother. I shall never marry," says Matthew very gravely.