MARY. If little Leonard had a brother and they were like you and your brother—I couldn’t bear that.
LEONARD. It’s a long way off, old lady.
MARY. Thing’s aren’t a long way off if you think they might come.
LEONARD. Don’t worry, now. Don’t worry.
MARY. I’m a great deal happier than you. I’ve got him.
LEONARD. Well, haven’t I?
MARY. No, you haven’t. Not like me.
LEONARD. You don’t think I’m such a bad father, do you?
MARY. I don’t know. You’re funny with him and I like to see you together but—