"I don't know how he is. I think he's mad."
"Mad?"
"He's leading a wretched life."
"But his back? Is he;—is he—? I am afraid that papa is so unhappy about it! He won't say anything, but I know he is unhappy."
"You may tell your father from me that as far as I can judge his illness, if he is ill, has nothing to do with that."
"Oh, George, you have made me so happy."
"I wish I could be happy myself. I sometimes think that we had better go and live abroad."
"Abroad! You and I?"
"Yes. I suppose you would go with me?"
"Of course I would. But your mother?"