'Yes, the estates,' he went on, 'and twelveants, I suppose--yourmother-in-law, your little Marjorie's future, your own future.'

'The estates are in capable hands, I should suppose,' she urged,'and my future depends upon what I choose my work to be.'

'But one cannot shift one's responsibilities,' he said in reply gravely.'These estates, these tenants, have come to you, and with them comeduties.'

'I do not want them,' she cried.

'That life has great possibilities of good,' he exclaimed kindly.

'I had thought that perhaps there was work for me here,' shesuggested timidly.

'Great work,' he hastened to say. 'You have done great work. Butyou will do that wherever you go. The only question is where yourwork lies.'