I mean something with the future in view." "Yes." "As far as I can make out," went on Brian, puffing at his pipe, "you're wildly unhappy and discontented at the farm and that worries your sister.

Of course your absence worries her too but the two letters we wrote that night you tumbled into my camp fire must have made her feel a lot better, particularly since we both expressed our intention of making the best of ourselves.

You say she won't leave your uncle because he's an invalid.

That leaves you without any string to your bow but your own inclination.

In a sense you've followed that too long.