That's the kind of thing, when a wife finds it out, that either kills her slowly, or drives her mad." "It didn't kill you, mother," remarked Carnac with a little laugh.
"No, it didn't kill me." "And it didn't drive you mad," he continued.
She looked at him with burning intensity.

"Oh, yes, it did--but I became sane again." She gazed out of the window, down the hillside.

"Your father will soon be home.

Is there anything you want to say before that ?" Carnac wanted to tell his tragic story, but it was difficult.

He caught his mother's hand.
"What's the matter, Carnac?
You are in trouble.