"But you never tell me anything, either," he said in a low gentle voice.
"Yet you're the most in fault, Arne: I've been so long used to be silent through your father; you ought to have led me on a little.—Good Lord! we've only each other; and we've suffered so much together."
"Well, we must try to manage better," Arne whispered.
... "Next Sunday I'll read the sermon to you."
"God bless you for it." ...
"Arne!"
"Well!"
"There's something I must tell you."
"Well, mother, tell me it."
"I've greatly sinned against you; I've done something very wrong."