"That I won’t do. Why do you want to go away? It isn’t just to see your mother. I know that well enough. You want the life of London, the life you led there before Harry was born—theatres, and suppers and gaiety, with the sort of people that you ought to be ashamed of mixing yourself up with, when you think about Harry, and what he is. You’ve done without it for nearly eighteen years. For goodness’ sake do without it for a little time longer. Don’t knock down what we’ve been building up for all these years, just for a selfish whim. Think of Harry, not of yourself." "I do think of him. I love him better than anything in the world. I’d go barefoot if it was to do something for him." "You’re not asked to go barefoot. All you’re asked to do is to go on living the quiet but very comfortable life that you’ve lived here for years past, and make the best of it. It’s what I’m doing myself." She dried her eyes and rose from her chair. "I see I’m not going to get any kindness from you," she said. "But I’ll think about it. Perhaps I shan’t go. I’ve stood it so long that perhaps I can stand it a bit longer. If I was _sure_ it was for Harry’s good I’d never move out of the place till I was carried out. I’ll think about it and let you know." "You needn’t let me know anything," said Lady Brent. "If you go you go, and if you stay you stay." With that Mrs. Brent left her. She did not immediately return to whatever she had been doing, but sat looking out through the open casement across the open spaces of the park to the woods beyond. Her face was still hard and still watchful. By and by she looked at her watch, and almost immediately a knock came at the door. She answered as if she had been expecting it, and Wilbraham came into the room. There was a sullen discontented expression on his face, which was unusual with him. He had kind lazy eyes and a whimsical twist on his mobile lips; but all that was obliterated. He took his seat without invitation in the chair recently vacated by Mrs. Brent. "I want to go away for two or three weeks’ holiday," he said, scowling slightly, and handling his bunched fingers. "Now you’re going to have that man over from Burport for Harry’s mathematics he can do without me—say for a month. He’s well up in my subjects. The more he works at his mathematics the better it will be for him." "Why do you want to go away just now?" she asked, as she had asked of Mrs. Brent. "Why does anybody ever want to go away?" he said. "I want a holiday, and if I’m to go on here I must have one." "If you want a holiday from work, there ought to be no difficulty about that. You know what’s best for Harry. If you think that Mr. Fletcher will be of more use to him now, by all means arrange it like that and leave yourself altogether free for a time." "Thanks very much. Of course I shouldn’t want to do anything that would keep Harry back. You know that."