Only wait a year or two." "But I shan't marry, mother.

I shall live with you, and we'll have a servant." "Ay, my lad, it's easy to talk.

We'll see when the time comes." "What time?
I'm nearly twenty-three." "Yes, you're not one that would marry young.

But in three years' time--" "I shall be with you just the same." "We'll see, my boy, we'll see." "But you don't want me to marry ?" "I shouldn't like to think of you going through your life without anybody to care for you and do--no." "And you think I ought to marry ?" "Sooner or later every man ought." "But you'd rather it were later." "It would be hard--and very hard.

It's as they say: "'A son's my son till he takes him a wife, But my daughter's my daughter the whole of her life.'" "And you think I'd let a wife take me from you ?" "Well, you wouldn't ask her to marry your mother as well as you," Mrs.
Morel smiled.
"She could do what she liked; she wouldn't have to interfere." "She wouldn't--till she'd got you--and then you'd see." "I never will see.