"Frances, you're a foolish woman."
"My folly is my own affair and Anthony's."
"You'll have to pay for it some day."
"You might have thought of your own children first."
"I did. I thought, How would I like them to be forsaken like poor Ronny?"
"You should have thought of the boys. Michael's growing up; so is Nicky."
"Nicky is fifteen; Ronny is eleven, if you call that growing up."
"That's all very well, but when Nicky is twenty-one and Ronny is seventeen what are you going to do?"
"I'm not going to turn Ronny out of doors for fear Nicky should fall in love with her, if that's what you mean."
"It is what I mean, now you've mentioned it."