“To be, or not to be, — that is the question: —
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,
And by opposing end them?” Caroline recited Hamlet.

“Why is it not obvious?! It is nobler to suffer, than to end the troubles” Catherine cut her off. “Why would he even ask the question? It annoys me each time we have read this.”

“I as well; and that he’s talking to himself. I realize it’s for theater but still that has always bothered me.”

“Thank goodness, if this is the epic mome--” she stopped when Elizabeth ran in yelling “he’s back” as if it were a big deal dad was finally back for London, neither of them ever really noticed whether he was home or not. He didn’t talk much, and Nellie took care of them either way, plus by now they were both at self-sufficient points in their life, aside from money of course. “Alright thank you for telling us. I’ll talk to him later”

“He said he wants to speak to all of us now,” Elizabeth added, “but not to be alarmed, and from the looks of it I wouldn’t get too excited either.”

She groaned “Coming then” and turned to Caroline “do you want to come, I’ll just tell you afterwards so you might as well.”

“With an invitation like that how could I resist” she mocked getting up from the newly cleaned floor.

“Nellie that means you to,” they all turned to see their aging housekeeper in the corner dusting off the family’s most recent painting from last time Catherine’s dad was in London.
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