"I feel that you are making the mistake of your life," she said, in a low voice.
He could not have told whether his bitterness was toward the boy or himself.—[Page 284].
The Professor made a vague gesture.
"But you will not go," she said, quietly. "You will think better of it. You will not do yourself so much wrong."
"I shall go. I have bought my ticket."
"I will buy it of you. I was on the way to buy one myself."
"You were—!" He looked at her in his turn. "We shall travel together, then."
"We shall do nothing of the kind. What is the use? If you go back you will simply break down again. You have your work here. You love this country."