‘I suppose it is because I am his father.’
She presumes that this is his sarcasm again, and lets it pass at that. It reminds her of what she wants to say.
‘You are so sarcastic,’ she has never quite got the meaning of this word, ‘to Rogie at times. Boys don’t like that, John.’
‘Is that so, Ellen?’
‘Of course I don’t mind your being sarcastic to me——’
‘Much good,’ groaning, ‘my being sarcastic to you! You are so seldom aware of it.’
‘I am not asking you to be a mother to him, John.’
‘Thank you, my dear.’
She does not know that he is sarcastic again. ‘I quite understand that a man can’t think all the time about his son as a mother does.’
‘Can’t he, Ellen? What makes you so sure of that?’