“Do you ever think, mother, of how we used to say we’d go and live together?”
“Sometimes. I knew it was just nonsense.”
Her eyes gave him a quick little affectionate glance, searching for affection. Ah! that was better.
“Not such nonsense, either. Why shouldn’t you go and live in Aunt Janet’s cottage? It was that I was thinking of, though I never thought it would be mine.”
“I’d be so lonely.”
“No lonelier than you are here.”
“No.”
That escaped her involuntarily. She covered it up.
“You’re too old for that sort of talk, René. You’re not a boy any longer.”
“I’m much younger than I was then.”