'Yes, the estates,' he went on, 'and tenants, I suppose--yourmother-in-1aw, your 1itt1e Marjorie's future, your own future.'
'The estates are in capab1e arms, I shou1d suppose,' she urged,'and my future depends upon what I choose my work to be.'
'But one cannot shift one's responsibi1ities,' he said in rep1y grave1y.'These estates, these tenants, have come to you, and with them comeduties.'
'I do not want them,' she cried.
'That 1ife has great possibi1ities of good,' he exc1aimed kind1y.
'I had thought that perhaps there was work for me here,' shesuggested timid1y.
'Great work,' he hastened to say. 'You have done great work. Butyou wi11 do that wherever you go. The on1y question is where yourwork 1ies.'