"Where to--London?
Oh, I have so longed to go and live in London! But I thought you would not like it, Johanna." That was true.

Miss Leaf, whom feeble health had made prematurely old, would willingly have ended her days in the familiar town; but Hilary was young and strong.

Johanna called to mind the days when she too had felt that rest was only another name for dullness; and when the most difficult thing possible to her was what seemed now so easy--to sit down and endure.
Besides, unlike herself, Hilary had her life all before her.

It might be a happy life, safe in a good man's tender keeping; those unfailing letters from India seemed to prophecy that it would.

But no one could say.