“Then is it that women have a hatred of him?”
“They’d give the two eyes out of their heads to marry him.”
A silence. “All this is very strange, Julia.”
“Don’t worry about it, Tammy. Go to sleep now.”
“Here is a great mystery. Has Monsieur Dan Pritchard, then, no children?”
“Heaven forbid!” Julia was now thoroughly scandalized.
“Here is a mystery. Does he not desire sons to inherit his name and wealth?”
“I never discussed the matther wit’ him.”
“This is, indeed, a strange country with strange customs.”
“We’ll think o’ that in the mornin’, Tammy darlin’. Shall I put out the light?”