She could not blame Carnac, and she could not blame her husband, but the thing ate into her heart.
John Grier found her sitting by her table in the great living-room, patient and grave, and yet she smiled at him, and rose as he came into the room.

His troubled face brought her forward quickly.

She stretched out a hand appealingly to him.
"What's the matter, John?
Has anything upset you ?" "I'm not upset." "Yes you are," she urged, "but, yes, you are! Something has gone wrong." "Nothing's gone wrong that hasn't been wrong for many a year," he said.
"What's been wrong for many a year ?" "The boys you brought into this world--your sons!" he burst out.

"Why isn't Carnac working with me?
There must have been something damned bad in the bringing up of those boys.

I've not, got the love of any of you, and I know it.