Laura shook her head. "Oh no. If I could have peace; if I could only have peace, for three days."
"You must have it. You must go away."
"How can I go and leave him?"
"Tank's wife would come."
"Three days." It seemed as if she were considering it, as if her mind, drowning, snatched at that straw.
She let it go. "No. It's no use going away. It would make no difference."
She turned her face from Nina. "In some ways," she said, "it's a good thing I've got Papa to think of."
Nina was silent. She knew what Laura meant.