"
"Then--you'd leave London?" she asked.
"I've little to leave there," replied Collingwood. "My father and mother
are dead, and I've no brothers, no sisters--no very near relations.
Sounds lonely, doesn't it?"
"One can feel lonely when one has relations," said Nesta.
"Are you saying that from--experience?" he asked.
"I often wish I had more to do," she answered frankly. "What's the use
of denying it? I've next to nothing to do, here. I liked my work at the
hospital--I was busy all day. Here----"
"If I were you," interrupted Collingwood, "I'd set to work nursing in
another fashion. Look after your brother! Get him going at
something--even if it's playing golf. Play with him! It would do
him--and you--all the good in the world if you got thoroughly infatuated
with even a game. Don't you see?"
"You mean--anything is better than nothing," she replied. "All
right--I'll try that, anyway. For--I'm anxious about Harper. All this
money!--and no occupation!"
Collingwood, who was sitting near the windows, looked out across the
park and into the valley beyond.
"I should have thought that a man who had come into an estate like this
would have found plenty of occupation," he remarked. "What is there,
beside the house and this park?"
Nesta, who had busied herself with some fancy-work since Collingwood's
entrance, laid it down and came to the windows.
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