For a moment a sensation she had never experienced before touched her—it was like jealousy!
"How he would have adored a son of his own," she thought, "and what a father he would have been!"
She faltered before speaking, then she said quietly:
"If—if I have deprived you of much, David, at least I have not killed the soul of you."
"I'm learning as I go along, my dear," Martin replied.
"We're not all developed in the same way."
"And, David," Doris trembled as she spoke, "as you feel for your boy, so I feel for my Joan. You must trust me."
"That is different," Martin stiffened.
"It is the same."