"It is an idea of Mamma's, Addie . . . that it would be better . . ."
"For both of you."
"For me, Mamma thought."
"And for her too."
"And you, my boy, what would you think . . . if it did come to that . . . at last? . . ."
"If you both consider . . . calmly and dispassionately . . . that it would be a good thing . . ."
"And you, you would spend a part of the year with Mamma and a part with me . . ."
"Yes, of course."
"You're taking it very coolly, Addie."
"Dad, what else is there to do? If it's better like that . . . for the two of you . . . I'm bound to think it all right."
"If you can talk like that, it's because you're not so fond of us . . ."
"No, I'm just as fond of you: of Mamma, Dad, and of you. But, if it's got to be, it's got to be . . ."
"It's strange, Addie, how everything suddenly, one fine day, seems likely to become different . . ."
"Mamma saw it like that . . ."
"Yes. Mamma has changed lately, don't you think?"
"Mamma has become rather gentler, not so quick-tempered."
