I suppose we both would like to go back, if we could." "Oh, I suppose so." They could not regain their lost exaltation, their lost dignity.

At dinner Mrs.March asked the children how they would like to go back to Boston to live.
"Why, we're not going, are we ?" asked Tom, without enthusiasm.
"I was just wondering how you felt about it, now," she said, with an underlook at her husband.
"Well, if we go back," said Bella, "I want to live on the Back Bay.

It's awfully Micky at the South End." "I suppose I should go to Harvard," said Tom, "and I'd room out at Cambridge.

It would be easier to get at you on the Back Bay." The parents smiled ruefully at each other, and, in view of these grand expectations of his children, March resolved to go as far as he could in meeting Dryfoos's wishes.

He proposed the theatre as a distraction from the anxieties that he knew were pressing equally on his wife.