"Hadn't--perhaps--
perhaps we'd better get the--the things moved to the little new home
first, George. Let's--"
He interrupted quietly, though at her phrase, "the little new home,"
his pungent impulse was to utter one loud shout and run. "It was
about this new place that I wanted to speak. I've been thinking it
over, and I've decided. I want you to take all the things from
mother's room and use them and keep them for me, and I'm sure the
little apartment will be just what you like; and with the extra
bedroom probably you could find some woman friend to come and live
there, and share the expense with you. But I've decided on another
arrangement for myself, and so I'm not going with you. I don't
suppose you'll mind much, and I don't see why you should mind--
particularly, that is. I'm not very lively company these days, or any
days, for that matter. I can't imagine you, or any one else, being
much attached to me, so--"
He stopped in amazement: no chair had been left in the kitchen, but
Fanny gave a despairing glance around her, in search of one, then
sank abruptly, and sat flat upon the floor.
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