Narcissus sat down on the bed, and leant against the iron frame at the foot. "Oh dear, I'm so tired—I don't know how to undress," she said. "Thought you ought to do what?"
"Get mother to come with us, if she was willing. Or at least—I thought she ought to feel free."
"She was free, of course. She could do as she liked."
"Yes; only if she fancied we none of us wanted her—"
"Well, that's only what was true."
"I don't think it ought to be true. Mother has her rights. She is father's wife, and it isn't right that we should leave her out of everything. It isn't fair."
"Then you don't mean ever to do anything, or go anywhere, without dragging her in!"
"I don't mean her to feel that we'd rather leave her behind."
"After this evening!"
"Yes—after this evening," echoed Marigold. She turned towards Narcissus with a wistful look.