“Why not? The potatoes won’t hurt and it’s so lovely.”
“There are other matters, more important than potatoes. I have put them off too long. Now—Margot, do you love me?”
“Why—uncle!”
“Because there is somebody whom you must love even more dearly. Your father.”
“My—father! My father? Of course; though he is dead.”
“No, Margot. He is still alive.”