He went over to Centreville oftener , and kept his blood at fever heat talking to Greene and Cary , who wanted him to go with them and spared no pains at inducement . The matter was gossiped about in Heatherton , of course . People knew that Wesley Brooke had caught `` the western fever , '' and wanted to sell out and go to Manitoba , while Theodosia was opposed to it . They thought Dosia would have to give in in the end , but said it was a pity Wes Brooke could n't be contented to stay where he was well off . Theodosia 's family naturally sided with her and tried to dissuade Wesley . But he was mastered by that resentful irritation , roused in a man by opposition where he thinks he should be master , which will drive him into any cause . One day he told Theodosia that he was going . She was working her butter in her little , snowy-clean dairy under the great willows by the well . Wesley was standing in the doorway , his stout , broad-shouldered figure filling up the sunlit space . He was frowning and sullen . `` I 'm going west in two weeks ' time with the boys , Dosia , '' he said stubbornly . `` You can come with me or stay here -- just exactly as you please . But I 'm going . '' Theodosia went on spatting her balls of golden butter on the print in silence . She was looking very neat and pretty in her big white apron , her sleeves rolled up high above her plump , dimpled elbows , and her ruddy hair curling about her face and her white throat . She looked as pliable as her butter . Her silence angered her husband . He shuffled impatiently . `` Well , what have you to say , Dosia ? '' `` Nothing , '' said Theodosia .
`` If you have made up your mind XXXXX go , go you will , I suppose .
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