"It's too dreadfully hard. As if it weren't bad enough to lose my darling husband I must lose all my sons. Not one of you will stay with me. And there's Anne going off with Jerrold. She may have him with her and I mayn't. She's taken everything from me. You'd have said if a wife's place was anywhere it was with her dying husband. But no. She was allowed to be with him and I was turned out of his room."
"My dear Mother, you know you weren't."
"I was. You turned me out yourself, Eliot, and had Anne in."
"Only because you couldn't stand it and she could."
"I daresay. She hadn't the same feelings."
"She had her own feelings, anyhow, only she controlled them. She stood it because she never thought of her feelings. She only thought of what she could do to help. She was magnificent."
"Of course you think so, because you're in love with her. She must take you, too. As if Jerrold wasn't enough."
"She hasn't taken me. She probably won't if I ask her. You shouldn't say those things, Mother. You don't know what you're talking about."
"I know I'm the most unhappy woman in the world. How am I going to live?
I can't stand it if Jerry goes."
"He's got to go, Mother."