“I understand all that. Would you like Lynette to come and see you?”
“Yes, oh, yes! I should like Lynette to come.”
He pondered a moment, staring at the carpet with its crude patterning of colours, and when again he began to speak he did not raise his head to look at her.
“Of course, this will make no difference to the future?”
“I don’t know.”
“Tell me exactly.”
“All mother’s income dies with her. I have the furniture, and a little money in hand.”
“Would you live on here, or take rooms?”
She hesitated.
“Perhaps.”