"You'll see—what?"
"Where to go next."
"Oh, come, Edie, let's talk sense. You know I can't allow that."
She smiled again, with that queer, forlorn smile that seemed to stab him. "I'm afraid the authority is out of your hands—now."
He let that pass.
"Even so, there are the children. Think of them."
"I am thinking of them—which is why I must hurry away. They'll be here in a minute; and I—I can't see them yet. I shouldn't be able to bear it."
"And do you think you'll be able to bear our being separated for two or three days, when you know I adore you? Why, you'll break down within an hour."
"That's just it. That's why I must hurry. I shall break down within half an hour. You don't suppose I can go on like this? I'm almost breaking down now. I must get to Aunt Emily's before—"
She was interrupted by a cry: "Hello, papa!"