They were silent.
“I had even pictured it ... like that,” she said, presently.
“Shall I speak to Papa again then, Mamma? If I tell him that you had already been thinking of it....”
“You believe...?”
“He will agree.”
“Do you think so?”
“If it means the “happiness of both of you....”
“Tell me what Papa said.”
“I can’t remember exactly.... Only Papa thought ... that not to see me for six months at a time would be more than he could bear.”
“Is that all that Papa said?”