At the end of half an hour, the latter recalled herself suddenly.
“I’ve been talking about myself all this time,” she exclaimed. “And I came here to talk about you and your plans.”
“I don’t know that I’ve got any yet.”
“My dear—you’re not going to stay on here .”
Katherine smiled at the horror in the other’s tone.
“No; I think I want to travel. I’ve never seen much of the world, you know.”
“I should think not. It must have been an awful life for you cooped up here all these years.”
“I don’t know,” said Katherine. “It gave me a lot of freedom.”
She caught the other’s gasp, and reddened a little.
“It must sound foolish—saying that. Of course, I hadn’t much freedom in the downright physical sense—”
“I should think not,” breathed Mrs. Harrison, remembering that Katherine had seldom had that useful thing, a “day off.”
“But in a way, being tied physically gives you lots of scope mentally. You’re always free to think. I’ve had a lovely feeling always of mental freedom.”
Mrs. Harrison shook her head.
“I can’t understand that.”
“Oh! you would if you’d been in my place. But, all the same, I feel I want a change. I want—well, I want things to happen. Oh! not to me—I don’t