Now I see, but how very sorrowful it is! What else is there?
I did not mean to listen, but something was said about his mother." "Yes.

He has spent with her a large part of every August--he called it his holiday.

My God, Ann! Poor fellow! This August she died.

It must be a relief." "Perhaps." "Oh, surely.

This is all, Ann." "I wish you had been less discreet long ago, James.