“We could go away together.”
“What should we live on?”
“On my dot.”
“I couldn’t do that. And, besides, you haven’t the control of it.”
“I can take it back.”
“No—no!”
“You could work.”
He was silent. She paid him back in irony, almost in irritation.
“Oh, you prefer to mind your father. Well, be like him, then, a big man in a little village, with a lot of children.”
She caught an expression of such sadness on his face at this that she blotted it out against her heart.