"Oh yes, I know that. He was to come first in everything. That was agreed upon between us when you first came here. I saw very soon that I could leave questions of education entirely to you, and I have always done so." "Well, now I want to go away for a month or so. I’m getting stale. I’m not doing him justice." "Perhaps not. I’ve been feeling that for some little time. But I don’t think it would help you to do him justice if you went away so that you could drink, and undo everything that——" "Lady Brent!" He was startled and outraged, and glared at her terrifically. She was not moved. "That’s what’s the matter with you," she said, in the same even voice, "though you may not acknowledge it to yourself. I’m very sorry that this has happened. I had thought that after all these years the craving had left you. I don’t think it can be as strong as it was. I ran the risk when I asked you to come here, and helped you over the difficult time. It is years since you told me last that the desire was strong in you, but it was easier to overcome it. What a pity to give way now!" His deep frown had not altered while she was speaking. "Give way!" he echoed. "I’ve no intention of giving way. You’ve no right to speak of that at all. It was all over long ago." "I helped you to get over it, didn’t I?" "Yes, you did. I’m not denying it. You can be a good friend to a man when it suits you; to a woman too, I dare say. But you’re difficult to live with. I want to get away for a time. There’s nothing to fear, of that old weakness. Perhaps I ought not to resent your bringing it up against me, but——" "You wouldn’t resent it if what I say wasn’t true. You may not know it yourself, but you’re playing with the idea of giving way. If you did give way you’d be very sorry for it afterwards, no doubt, but the mischief would have been done. You’d no longer be a fit companion for Harry. It’s him I’m thinking about. You can do what you like, but if you go away you don’t come back. It’s what I’ve just said to Charlotte, who wants the same as you do. I’m not going to have everything spoilt when our task is coming near its end. If she’s a foolish woman, you’re an intelligent man. You can see it all as well as I can if you clear your mind of its vapours. You know it wouldn’t do. You must stay here until you have finished with Harry. Then you can do what you like—stay here or go away." "It won’t matter what becomes of me then, I suppose." "I said that you could stay here if you liked. This has been your home for ten years. It can go on being your home as long as you value it; or at least as long as I have anything to do with it." He sat looking down, still frowning; but his frown had more of thought, and less of anger in it now.