Anna got up restlessly and went to the window. "And whatever you do, don't forget that the return tickets only last till the 24th. But you'll be sick of it long before then." Anna turned round and leaned her back against the window. The strong morning light was on her hair, and her face was in shadow, yet Susie had a feeling that she was looking guilty. "Susie, I've been thinking," she said with an effort. "Really? How nice." "Yes, it was, for I found out what it is that I must do if I mean to be happy. But I'm afraid that _you_ won't think it nice, and will scold me. Now don't scold me." "Well, tell me what it is." Susie lay staring at Anna's form against the light, bracing herself to hear something disagreeable. She knew very well from past experience that Anna's new plan, whatever it was, was certain to be wild and foolish. "I am going to stay here." "I know you are, and I know that nothing I can say will make you change your mind. Peter is just like you--the more I show him what a fool he's going to make of himself the more he insists on doing it. He calls it determination. Average people like myself, with smaller and more easily managed brains than you two wonders have got, call it pigheadedness." "I don't mean only for Letty's holidays; I mean for good." "For good?" Susie opened her mouth and stared in much the same blank consternation that Dellwig had shown on hearing that she did not like eating pig. "Don't be angry with me," said Anna, coming over to the sofa and sitting on the floor by Susie's side; and she caught hold of her hand and began to talk fast and eagerly. "I always intended spending this money in helping poor people, but didn't quite know in what way--now I see my way clearly, and I must, _must_ go it. Don't you remember in the catechism there's the duty towards God and the duty towards one's neighbour----" "Oh, if you're going to talk religion----" said Susie, pulling away her hand in great disgust. "No, no, do listen," said Anna, catching it again and stroking it while she talked, to Susie's intense irritation, who hated being stroked. "If you are going into the catechism," she said, "Hilton had better come in again. It might do her good." "No, no--I only wanted to say that there's another duty not in the catechism, greater than the duty towards one's neighbour----" "My dear Anna, it isn't likely that you can improve on the catechism. And fancy wanting to, at breakfast time. Don't stroke my hand--it gives me the fidgets." "But I want to explain things--do listen. The duty the catechism leaves out is the duty towards oneself. You can't get away from your duties, you know, Susie----" And she knit her brows in her effort to follow out her thought. "My goodness, as though I ever tried! If ever a poor woman did her duty, I'm that woman." "--and I believe that if I do those two duties, towards my neighbour and myself, I shall be doing my duty towards God."