I've always had a strange feeling about you.

I felt when I was a child that you're two people; one that lives on some distant, lonely prairie, silent, shadowy and terribly loving; and the other, a vocal person, affectionate, alert, good and generous." He paused, but she only shook her head.

After a moment he continued: "I know you aren't happy, mother, but maybe you once were--at the start." She got to her feet, and drew herself up.
"I'm happy in your love, but all the rest--is all the rest.

It isn't your father's fault wholly.

He was busy; he forgot me.