Judith:
Nay! I’ll not have their home
Pulled down about their ears by any man;
And least of all by you—the home they’ve made ...
Jim:
Stolen, I’d say.
Judith:
Together, for themselves
And their three boys.
Jim:
Jim, granddad three times over?
It’s well you broke it piecemeal: the old callant’s
A waffly heart; and any sudden joy
Just sets it twittering: but the more the merrier!
Judith:
You shall not wreck their happiness. I’d not dreamed
Such happiness as theirs could be in this world.
Since it was built, there’s not been such a home
At Krindlesyke: it’s only been a house ...