But he gave just a smile of melancholy resignation; and his look told that that was not all. She understood. She understood that they had spoken of Marianne.
“So Papa....” she repeated.
“Would rather stay with us, Mamma.”
“With us,” she repeated. “We three together?”
“Yes.”
“It means going on living ... a lie,” she said, in a blank voice.
“Then I will speak to Papa again.”
“No, Addie.”
“Why not?...”