Do as you proposed last
year; find a tenant for the flat whilst we still have a little
money, and then go away into some quiet country place, where you
can get back your health and live for very little, and write
another book--a good book, that'll bring you reputation again. I
and Willie can go and live at mother's for the summer months. Do
this! It would cost you so little, living alone, wouldn't it?
You would know that I was well cared for; mother would be willing
to have me for a few months, and it's easy to explain that your
health has failed, that you're obliged to go away for a time.'
'But why shouldn't you go with me, if we are to let this place?'
'We shouldn't have enough money. I want to free your mind from
the burden whilst you are writing. And what is before us if we go
on in this way? You don't think you will get much for what you're
writing now, do you?'
Reardon shook his head.
'Then how can we live even till the end of the year? Something
must be done, you know. If we get into poor lodgings, what hope
is there that you'll be able to write anything good?'
'But, Amy, I have no faith in my power of--'
'Oh, it would be different! A few days--a week or a fortnight of
real holiday in this spring weather.
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