“I shall, for you must be interested in your family, it's a duty, you're the last Landray. I shall have a great deal to tell you. You are through college?”
“Yes, I am home for good.”
“What are your plans, Stephen?” said Virginia a little anxiously. She wished he might understand how uncertain a prop Benson could be; she did not want him to rely on the lawyer, but she forebore to tell him this. There might come a time when she could, but clearly now was not that time.
“I haven't any,” and Stephen laughed easily.
“But you have selected a profession.”
Stephen looked at her with dark puzzled eyes.
“No, my one idea has been to get through with what I had in hand and come home.”
“Then you do regard this as home, Stephen?”
“Most certainly. Uncle Jake has kept that idea before me—I am to make my start here.”
“He is quite right in that; you belong in Benson, it is the home of your family.”