"It is not the only reason; there is a far stronger inducement. I wish to succeed, to make money. I have an object in view." "Most people have an object in life." "Mine is all important." "Tell it me." "No, I cannot at present. If I succeed, I will. Shall you miss me very much, Winifred?" "Indeed, I shall. We have been so much together, I think it unkind of you to wish to leave me." "I do not wish to leave you. I shall think a great deal about you when I am away." He wished he could tell her it was for her sake he desired to make money, but he knew he ought not to bind her by a promise in any way, even if she were willing to give it. "I do not believe you will go; you are only joking." "I was never more in earnest in my life. The only question is where shall I go?" "Somewhere where it will not be very difficult for you to get back. You will not want to remain long away from old England." "You think I shall soon be homesick?" he asked smiling. "Indeed, I do; for I know how you love the old place. I believe it is your love of the country that has prevented your success." "You may be right, and in another land I may find an occupation that will suit me, and at the same time bring me in money. I rather fancy a roaming life for a few years." "And do you think the roamers make fortunes?" "In some cases." "They are the exception. Steady, hard work we are always taught is the best." "But it is such a slow process. I want something more rapid," he replied. "What was the gypsy woman like?" she asked. "Young, married, with a little child very ill. She was good looking; not at all bold, and I think she believed what she told me." "They are such deceptive people. How do you know the story about the child was true?" "I doubted her at first. She read my mind in an instant, and assured me her story was correct. I do not think you would have doubted her had you been there." "Father has a great aversion to them." "And it is not unreasonable, but they are not all bad, there must be some decent people amongst them." Winifred shrugged her shoulders. She did not like to think a mere gypsy woman had influenced his life to such an extent by a silly trick of palmistry. "I shall hate all gypsies if you take her advice and go away," she said. "She gave me no advice. She merely read the lines in my hand, and told me what she saw there." "And said you would succeed and be rewarded when you returned home?" "That is so. I shall look forward to the reward," he said. She glanced at his face, but he was looking across the garden, over the fields beyond, and seemed lost in thought. She knew she would miss him very much. Suppose he never returned; met with a dreadful death in some inhospitable land. The mere thought of such a thing frightened her. She put her hand on his arm, saying quickly, and with a little shudder-- "Do not go, Jack. Stay here; stay in England, where we all love you. Don't go away." "Where we all love you."