You and I have been lucky.' 'Yes,' she said, looking straight before her, and still speaking with a distinctness which caught his ear painfully, 'and so are the greater debtors! There is no excuse, I think, for any child, least of all for the child who has had years of understanding love to look back upon, if it puts its own claim first; if it insists on satisfying itself, when there is age and weakness appealing to it on the other side, when it is still urgently needed to help those older, to shield those younger, than itself.

Its business first of all is to pay its debt, whatever the cost.' The voice was low, but it had the clear, vibrating ring of steel.
Robert's face had darkened visibly.
'But, surely,' he cried, goaded by a now stinging sense of revolt and pain-'surely the child may make a fatal mistake if it imagines that its own happiness counts for nothing in the parents' eyes.

What parent but must suffer from the starving of the child's nature?
What have mother and father been working for, after all, but the perfecting of the child's life?
Their longing is that it should fulfil itself in all directions.

New ties, new affections, on the child's part mean the enriching of the parent.

What a cruel fate for the elder generation, to make it the jailer and burden of the younger!' He spoke with heat and anger, with a sense of dashing himself against an obstacle, and a dumb despairing certainty, rising at the heart of him.
'Ah, that is what we are so ready to say,' she answered, her breath coming more quickly, and her eye meeting his with a kind of antagonism in it; 'but it is all sophistry.