"Who cares for your old breakfast-room?" she said, in reply to his argument about darkness at breakfast.
"We will have trees planted on that side—big elms," she said, in reply to his argument about the smoke of the Five Towns spoiling the view.
Whereupon Stephen definitely and clearly enunciated that he should not build a balcony.
"Oh, but you must!" she protested.
"A balcony is quite impossible," said Stephen, with his firmest masculinity.
"You'll see if it's impossible," said she, "when I'm that widow."
The curious may be interested to know that she has already begun to plant trees.