Then suddenly all her passion of grief over him broke out.

"But it does matter!" she cried.

"And you OUGHT to be happy, you ought to try to be happy, to live to be happy.
How could I bear to think your life wouldn't be a happy one!" "Your own's been bad enough, mater, but it hasn't left you so much worse off than the folk who've been happier.

I reckon you've done well.

And I am the same.