He was quite right; my aunt _was_ breaking up, she had declined visibly in the few hours that I had been away from her.

She had been doing business with this man, had altered her will, had seen Mr.Gurnard; and, in some way had received a shock that seemed to have deprived her of all volition.

She sat with her head leaning back, her eyes closed, the lines of her face all seeming to run downward.
"It is obvious to me that arrangements ought to be made for your return to England," the lawyer said, "whatever engagements Miss Granger or Mr.
Etchingham Granger or even Mr.Gurnard may have made." I wondered vaguely what the devil Mr.Gurnard could have to say in the matter, and then Miss Granger herself came into the room.
"They want me," my aunt said in a low voice, "they have been persuading me ...

to go back ...

to Etchingham, I think you said, Meredith." I became conscious that I wanted to return to England, wanted it very much, wanted to be out of this; to get somewhere where there was stability and things that one could understand.