"But there are others here—"
"It is those others I have to consider. Your uncle John's insurance will mend his children's roof."
"And you won't give me the happiness—"
"My dear boy," she said, with some impatience, "your happiness doesn't lie here."
She began to rock back and forth with lowering brow.
"You want to get rid of me."
She stopped rocking, and turned to him with a moved and gentler aspect.
"Personally, I very much want you to stay; but there are many things to think of. I am not alone here. You bring an atmosphere of—of unrest from out the world you belong to. I see the danger that you may import some of it into our quiet lives."
"How little you realize! The young life here is seething with unrest."
"That is what I am realizing."