"You'd better tell me about our affairs.
_My_ affairs," she corrected herself.

When he had explained, she was silent a moment, and then in a voice harsh, bitter, abrupt, "That will be hard on the children," she said.

On an impulse he started to take her hand, but she drew a little away from him.
"The children, my dear," he said huskily, "will be taken care of always." "Yes." And again she was silent.

"I've been thinking I'd like to go up to the mountains--right away," she continued.
"Just our idea," he told her.

"Deborah will arrange it at once." "That's good of Deborah," she replied.