"He thought himself incurable."
"Still, he was strong?"
"Physically."
"He was like Guy, wasn't he?"
"Yes, Guy is very like him, to look at.... He was tall, broad, fair-haired...."
"Yes, that's how I remember him. I was eight years old then."
"You were a jolly little tribe."
"And now we're nothing but a burden ... to you...."
"Nonsense, it's not as bad as that!"
"I hope things'll go better ... Addie ... at Amsterdam...."