I will make bold to speak again.

Please, sir, I would come home if I was you.

I think you would be glad to come and--if you will excuse me, sir--I think your lady would ask you to come if she was here.
Your obedient servant, Susan Sowerby." Mr.Craven read the letter twice before he put it back in its envelope.
He kept thinking about the dream.
"I will go back to Misselthwaite," he said.

"Yes, I'll go at once." And he went through the garden to the villa and ordered Pitcher to prepare for his return to England.
In a few days he was in Yorkshire again, and on his long railroad journey he found himself thinking of his boy as he had never thought in all the ten years past.

During those years he had only wished to forget him.