For a moment her mind went blank—and then she knew exactly what she wanted to say. “I have my sisters to think of, and you your children. But if—if someday the conditions should be conducive, would you like for all of us to go away together? Spain, Majorca, Egypt, the Levant? By the time we reach India, it will probably be unbearably hot in the plains, but the hill stations should still be pleasant.” He gazed at her, as if he couldn’t be sure he’d heard her correctly. And then a smile slowly spread across his face. “Yes,” he said. “I would like that.”
