"Do you mean to give up your country?"
"Don＇t be an infant!"
"Well, you＇ll be out of my sight indeed!" said Caspar Goodwood.
"I don＇t know," she answered rather grandly. "The world—with all these places so arranged and so touching each other—comes to strike one as rather small."
"It＇s a sight too big for me!" Caspar exclaimed with a simplicity our young lady might have found touching if her face had not been set against concessions.
This attitude was part of a system, a theory, that she had lately embraced, and to be thorough she said after a moment: "Don＇t think me unkind if I say it＇s just that—being out of your sight—that I like. If you were in the same place I should feel you were watching me,and I don＇t like that—I like my liberty too much. If there＇s a thing in the world I＇m fond of," she went on with a slight recurrence of grandeur, "it＇s my personal independence."