"Oh, James!"
"It is true. He has gone out into the world and has forgotten you."
"No, no! Robert would never be so heartless."
"I think I know him better than do you. You are blind to the truth because you are his mother."
"He may be penniless, or sick, so that he cannot write."
"Perhaps he is out on the ocean, or on the Great Lakes," said Mr. Talbot.
"Even so, I am sure he would have written before going."
"You must not think so much of him, my love. You are altogether too melancholy. I have just learned that we are to have a first-class theatrical company in Granville next week. I will get good seats and take you there."
"I do not care to go to any play. Life is too real to me for that."