"For the present, yes, but not for ever. She'll have enough of your New York; they'll come back here. I see the future dark," Mrs. Gosselin pursued, inexorably musing.
"Tell me then all you see."
"She'll find poor Guy wretchedly married, and she'll be very sorry for him."
"Do you mean that he'll make love to her? You give a queer account of your paragon."
"He'll value her sympathy. I see life as it is."
"You give a queer account of your daughter."
"I don't give any account. She'll behave perfectly," Mrs. Gosselin somewhat inconsequently subjoined.
"Then what are you afraid of?"
"She'll be sorry for him, and it will be all a worry."
"A worry to whom?"