Words were never his strong point and he could find none now adequate to express his feelings.
"I may be old-fashioned—"
"You are, Morty. That is your only fault. You belong to the old school of American husbands—"
"There are plenty of old-fashioned people left in the world."
"So there are, poor dears. It's going to be so hard for them—"
"Are you trying to be one of those infernal new women?"
"Well, you see, I just naturally am a child of my times, in spite of my old-fashioned family. I'd be much the same if I'd never taken any interest in all these wonderful modern movements."
"It's those chums of yours—Aileen, Sibyl, Janet. I never did wholly approve of them."
"Neither did mother and Maria, but it never made any difference."
"Do you mean to say that you intend to ignore me … disobey me?"