But what is the use of your stopping here?
There is nothing for you to do, and I feel that you are wasting your time and that you hate it.

Tell the truth.

Don't you long to be back at Monksland, working at that aerophone ?" "I should be glad to get on with my experiments, but I don't like leaving you," he answered.
"But you had better leave me for a while.

It is not comfortable for you idling here, particularly when your father is in this uncertain temper.
If all be well, in another couple of months or so we shall come together for good, and be able to make our own arrangements, according to circumstances.

Till then, if I were you, I should go home, especially as I find that I can get on with my uncle much better when you are not here." "Then what is to happen after we marry, and I can't be sent away." "Who knows?
But if we are not comfortable at Monk's Abbey, we can always set up for ourselves--with Dad at Seaview, for instance.