"Well—not so busy as all that. What is it?"
"I've been thinking that it would perhaps be better if I were to leave."
"To leave? What's put that into your head?"
She did not answer. She appeared to him dumb with distress.
"Have the children been too much for you?"
"Poor little darlings—no."
"Little monkeys. Send them to me if you can't manage them."
"It isn't that. It is—I don't think it's right for me to stay."
"Not right?"
"On the children's account, I mean."