I am surprised to see her like this, tired, fidgetty,
Talking of running off to the Continent when there is
Work to do here, in Halifax, on the estate. She says,
"I need to get away for a while," though she has only
Been back for a year. "Part of me just wants to run off
And forget about it." I shake my head. "That's not
Like you." "You'd be surprised. There are other things
To do in the world... The only alternative I can think of,"
She says, tapping her thumb on my desk--a bad sign--
"Is, could you... get me a loan? I'd need 1500 pounds
At least." "And security for that much?" She paused.
"The deeds... to Shibden..." Surprise after surprise.